The Sarah Program

This morning Sarah and I had some quality puppy-free time or I got so mad at 2:00am that the neighbor dogs wouldn't stop barking and therefore riling up the Pack that I threw them all outside except for Sarah and slept in the spare room, so I couldn't hear them making noise-time. In any case, Sarah was quite the social butterfly and spent about 30 minutes insisting that I pet her. I always say "Sarah is on the Sarah Program, which may or may not include being social," but this morning social was the Sarah Program. And when Sarah's being social she wants attention and is quite persistent. She also usually has a lot to say in the forms of grunts and whines. Loosely translated, I believe it is a list of all of the injustices she's had to deal with since her last bitchfest. ("And then Randi and Earl stood on the deck and looked down at me...") This morning was no exception and she spent at least ten minutes telling me all the reasons she's bitchy. There was nothing new on the list (Randi, Earl, man-less house, no tortillas, cheese or hotdogs.) After, she curled up next to the bed and proceeded to snore. Next time I'm at Walgreen's I'm getting some ear plugs to keep out the sound of barking neighbor dogs and Sarah's snoring. How can one little dog snore so damn loud?

Also, there were many people at the Tim McGraw concert with cowboy hats and cowboy boots. I could have got a hat and fit right in. The concert was very good, only my sciatica hurt a lot and I couldn't stand for very long, so therefore didn't really see much of the concert.