I couldn’t sleep last night (I stopped the prednisone and most of my symptoms came roaring back. Yay.), so at six I woke up, just as the sun was rising. I’m at my parent’s house in Interlaken (named after Interlochen in….I want to say Switzerland) so I decided to take the dog for a walk. She’s a three year old Irish Wheaten terrier. She’s snuggly, great with kids and extremely, extremely hyper.
We walked the perimeter of the neighborhood, stopping along the water a few times. I took this picture as we headed off my street and onto Windermere Avenue (actual street name). Later, I stopped to look at my phone for a second. When I looked up, Shea was taking a massive dump on the neighbor’s immaculate yard. We had to run home after that.
Dog shit violations aside, it was a good way to spend an otherwise pain-filled morning.
And now, I sleep for 6 hours.