4. Christmas cards
7. Con a friend to dog sit Gus for a night.
9. Figure out where to stash various tons of Sam's paraphernalia in and around home.
11. Email insurance company for pain and suffering demand. Be brave and firm and demanding.
I'm doing pretty good, no? I'm particularly proud of the shopping/wrapping/decor bit. I'm struggling to find someone willing to undertake Gus for a night, I'm procrastinating putting away the Sam's haul, and I'm hemming and hawing about how much to ask for in pain and suffering. Still in the gathering information stage, I am unsure. Though my foot doctor wrote up a rather forboding account of the future of my toe which goes like this:
Status: Post Traumatic Injury Left HalluxPatient demonstrates:1) Chronic pain and swelling2) Inability to flex and extend great toe without
guarding3) Inability to tolerate any shoe with the exception of an
athletic shoe4) Trauma to Interphalongeal Joint may result in permanent stiffness and Osteoarthritis.
Seems as though that ought to take care of bidness. Or something. I'm still plotting out exactly how to word my
So. Nothing really exciting has happened this week! It's really been quite glorious. Our Thanksgiving dinner consisted solely of turkey sandwiches (deli meat!), macaroni and cheese, sweet potato souffle, and pecan pie. All the bad stuff. Yummy!
I've been home so much that Gus isn't able to get in his usual 20 hours of napping, so he's been pleasantly sleepy and out of trouble. He hasn't eaten one single Christmas present or ornament yet! This accomplishment is more meaningful than you realize. The lights on the bottom third of our tree no longer burn, thanks to one risk-taking beagle.
Which brings me to my next point: Christmas decorating in Pigs' house. It's not as easy as it sounds, and one must be extraordinarily creative to undertake the task of beagle-proofing their holiday decor while remaining chic and classy. My next post will concern Christmas decorations and my sentiments thereof. Until then! Ta!