5/3/2004 06:07:36 PM|||Amy|||I've been having a lot of challenging days at work. Days that, no matter how you slice 'em and dice 'em, still end up inspiring me to mix a lot of metaphors. I haven't been able to concentrate, not putting my best foot forward so to speak. As is probably obvious, my distractions are personal in nature and not necessarily related to my work ethic. Still, I have to manage my workload better because right now, I see very little bare space on my desk.

The girls and I spent the weekend house/dog sitting. The dog in question is a large, ferocious looking black lab mix. More lab than anything else. She looks like she can and will rip your head off, but at least she doesn't look crazy like the dog next door to where she lives. No, this dog is the kind of dog that might bark at you to play with her if you happen to be in the middle of burglarizing her home, but she is too sweet to growl. Until she met Monkey, of course. Monkey, I think, frustrates and traumatizes her. Monkey plays with her by pulling her tail, hugging her neck/chest area too tightly, and throwing her toys at her. Monkey regards this dog as her best friend. I think the dog was relieved to see Monkey go out the door without promise of returning.

The dog had a very maternal reaction to Winston. Winston received many baths this weekend - two full on tub baths that I gave her and several tongue baths from the dog. I really do hope that Winston will grow up loving dogs since she was nose to nose with a large black snout for two straight days.

I got a chance to zone. By encouraging Monkey to chase the dog around the furniture in a ~250 square foot space for several hours, I also encouraged to take a three hour nap on both Saturday and Sunday. I never knew the freedom I could have.

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