My dog is more awesome than me
Oats and I are taking it easy today because our legs hurt.
Me because I painted the office, a task that involved some time in weird squatting positions, then I went bowling last night with Mike and Greg and Dylan. That was a lot of fun, but it turns out the combination of the two have angered my inner thighs. I feel practically bowlegged. Though I did bowl a 141 which may be a personal best. At least it’s the best I remember bowling in years, but I don’t really know anything about my past bowling scores other than I probably would have been excited to ever bowl a 141.
Oats’ leg hurts because she torpedoed through the house, slid through the bathroom, and hit her leg on the vanity. She is actually probably just taking it easy because of the torpedoing. She didn’t yelp (she’s really bad at being in pain and would likely cry if she even thought something hurt). And I rubbed it for her and she didn’t have a limp when she went back on her torpedo race. Either way, she’s adorable when she runs through the house and adorable when she sleeps it off.