Day 282: The great dog dilemma

It started off as another lazy Saturday.

I went to bed pretty early last night, and slept in.

The clock read double digits by the time I pulled myself out of bed this morning... if you can still call it that.

I needed to get over to my friends house to check in on the pooches, but I was in desperate need of some coffee.

Since the milk in my fridge is growing antibiotics right now I knew I needed to head off to the coffee shop.

I jumped in my car, put the top down, and headed off. Once inside I ordered my usual, unsweetened iced coffee with room. It's a no brainer, all they have to do is pour it into a cup and put a lid on it, but somehow it always ends up getting screwed up.

I really don't get it. It's quite possibly the easiest drink at Starbucks. Today it took forever to get it and there was only one person in front of me in line. I wasn't upset, just confused partially because I think I was still in a partial coma from my 12 hours of sleep last night.

I finally got my coffee and I was off to check in on the dogs. I checked in and got them fed and watered then we headed outside to hang out for a while.

I was playing with one of the smaller... and very rambunctious dogs... by tossing his toy around the yard waiting for him to grab it and bring it back to me.

Because I'm a monster baseball fan, I decided to work on my arm during play time. Sounds reasonable right? Actually no... I'm pretty sure I'm the only grown woman on the planet who would do that.

Because I was working on my throwing I got a little over ambitious and I accidently tossed the poor little dogs toy on the roof of the house!

I felt so bad! The poor little guy kept staring up at the roof waiting for it to come down but got nothing.

It's a good thing he's easily distracted, because I just grabbed another toy and started throwing it. This time I made sure I wasn't concerned about my throwing arm.

A little later I wanted to grab my phone, because I was waiting for the Encourager to call about possibly getting together for dinner tonight.

But when I went to the door... it was locked. Yes I was locked in the backyard!

I thought to myself, ok, this is no big deal, there is a doggie door, so worst case scenario you can crawl through and get inside.

After checking around at all of my options... which were few... I decided it was my best bet.

So I got on all fours and started sliding myself through the doggie door. Self image is a strange thing. I didn't know how to guage whether I would be able to make it through or not, I was just hoping my butt wasn't so big that I would get stuck.

Luckily I easily made it through.

When I finally heard from the Encourager she of course laughed at me and said her usual 'only you... your an idiot'. And then we both laughed.

But she also had some good news for me. She wants to set me up! He's in his mid-30's (whew!) has his own house, a job, and likes baseball.

And he is cute. He came on my show for a workout segment and as soon as she started describing him to me I knew exactly who he was. He's cute, and buff, which is good for me, but not so good for him if he's looking for a buff girl :)

Finally! At least I know I'm not dealing with a 20-something.