7 am: Wake up and walk the dogs. For an hour. And they refuse to poop. Dogs! Your pooping is on a schedule! Twice a day, no more no less! When you disrupt the routine it vexes me.
8 am: Head to the groomer. Stand talking to her about her recent trip to the States (she and her husband are seriously looking at Outer Banks foreclosures in the hopes of snatching one up as a summer home), her new coffee maker (she had had five coffees already that morning!) and how good-natured Mr. Sprock and the Dooz are. That took like, an hour. Then the half-hour drive back into town, where
10 am: Stop at Shopper’s Drug Mart looking for a certain type of razor which they had there just last week. Nope, none left. So instead I looked at the magazines and
10:30 Came home. Watched the beginning of that Robin Williams movie where he played a priest. License to Wed? Anyway. Went on eBay. Found the razors I wanted (new, of course). Bought those. For cheaper, with shipping, than they would have been to buy at the store.
11:00 Still watching that movie.
11:30 The groomer called for me to pick up the boys. Drove to her place.
12:00 Found out that they hadn’t pooped for her either and that Sprockito had been a terrorist in the tub but otherwise was great. Decided to walk them for a bit to get some of their energy out because they were wound up. Three seconds after getting outside they both pooped. I had to beg some bags from her to clean that up. Headed home.
12:40 Stopped by my parents’ where my dogs played with her dog and with my brother’s dogs. My nephew D. gave them the biggest hug.
2:30 Nephew D comes back for more hugs (SO many hugs from this little boy!). Says to me “Tante, Doozer has happy eyes. Sparocket has gentle eyes. I love them so much!”.
4:00 Head home.
4:15 Shower.
4:30 Collapse on sofa. Because have you ever heard of such an exhausting day? You have? Hah you must be nuts.