…I have:
- Cleaned up dog spit up.
- Attempted (and failed) to catch a dog urine sample. This time I tried with a leash. Four tries now. I give up.
- Caught up on my blog reading. Cold Spaghetti, More Lima Beans, Shenanigans, Motherload, ilikeseamonsters and This non-American Life.
- Checked emails. ALL six accounts.
- Checked the weather.
- Washed two loads of laundry.
- Began soaking my feet.
- Made coffee.
All before 7 am. I am not super human, but I am beginning to think there is hope for me being a morning person in my future.
Take out the laundry and replace dog with son, and our mornings are looking similar.
Sorry, but I can’t help laughing at the thought of trying to catch a urine sample from a dog.
As you can imagine, it is hard to do. Especially with our older one. She gets all nervous when you are around her doing her “business”. I try to sneak up on her when she squats, but she promptly stands up with this “How dare you do that to me!” look. And, since the vet wants a first catch of the day, I get one shot every twenty four hours. UGH!
Update, please? Have you gotten the sample?
And on the fifth day (today was the fifth day of trying!) Lyndsey squeezed out about a teaspoon for me. It only happened about an hour ago. I kept going out with her all morning until she finally decided to produce something. The veterinarian office seems to think that will be enough for a sample. I sure hope so!