Every weekend, around this time, Moxie gets really antsy. You see, most weekdays, she’s got plans: she goes to my mom’s house twice a week and zooms up and down the backyard, and every Friday, she gets to spend the whole day at doggy daycare. (I’m told she even has a boyfriend there, but that’s a story for another time.)
On the weekends, though, it’s usually just Mox and me. I don’t have a yard for her to play in, but I try to make up for that by taking her on extra long walks every Saturday and Sunday. We play with all her toys and I give her more treats than usual. Still, it’s never enough.
Right now, she is sitting next to me, staring down at the computer, and grunting like a pig. That’s how she asks for something: she oinks. I’m scratching her belly in between sentences, but I can tell that what she really wants is to play another round of tug-of-war, which I can’t because I’m pretty sure she dislocated my shoulder from a previous game.
In any case, I’m writing this out as fast as I can, because if I don’t, I know Moxie will find some other way to disrupt me!
Sweater: old, Stitch Fix
Shorts: old, H&M
Bag: old, ModCloth