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days_unfoldingI've been in a strange, tired, sort of fragile mood today. I was having problems concentrating. I decided that, while eating good food is important and is a goal of mine, I wanted to eat out and have someone bring food to me. At that hour, it was Steak and Shake or home, so Steak and Shake it was. I had a buy one get one free coupon for a Frisco melt, so I had one and brought one home. By the time that I left, there was a torrential downpour. I got soaked despite my umbrella. I started to drive home, but had to pull off until the rain let up.
Mimi almost got out tonight. I was coming in from outside, and she had gotten the gate open, and stuck her nose outside. I shut the door quickly, and told her to go back into the kitchen. Eventually she did, and I was able to come in. I don't think that she wanted to bolt; she just wanted to be where I was. I have to keep reminding myself that Mimi really likes me. Our personalities don't mesh particularly well, so I have a harder time understanding her than Harlee or Zara. On the other hand, what you see is what you get with Mimi; she doesn't hold anything back.
I had something else that I wanted to say, but it flew out of my mind. I think that my mind (and the rest of me) needs to crash.
Mimi almost got out tonight. I was coming in from outside, and she had gotten the gate open, and stuck her nose outside. I shut the door quickly, and told her to go back into the kitchen. Eventually she did, and I was able to come in. I don't think that she wanted to bolt; she just wanted to be where I was. I have to keep reminding myself that Mimi really likes me. Our personalities don't mesh particularly well, so I have a harder time understanding her than Harlee or Zara. On the other hand, what you see is what you get with Mimi; she doesn't hold anything back.
I had something else that I wanted to say, but it flew out of my mind. I think that my mind (and the rest of me) needs to crash.
