The rug-scooch wake up call and related events.

After Connor the insanely-furry-collie woke me at 6:30 am with rug scooching (NEVER a good thing in any doggie), I did the dreaded butt exam (also NEVER a good thing, and even worse at 6:30 in the morning while mostly asleep and all cranky).  Yup.  Backlog of collie poop in the collie butt fur.  Uuuuuuuuuuuuuugghh.  There is no waiting around when dealing with a mobile dog with poop stuck in his butt fur in a house full of wool rugs.

Tell me this ain't a good look.

So, I did what any good mommie would do: I suited up and dealt with it.

Don't I look happy?  Yeah.  The long green mad-scientist, crazy-cleaning-lady gloves are because the last time I washed him, my arms looked like I'd lost a fight with a cat or something -- red spots all over, because I'm allergic to the dog's dander and all the grass pollen and assorted other crapola he gets on his ridiculous fur.  (Maybe it's time for a military collie cut?)

I am happy to report, that the doggie is all clean now (he was overdue anyway), the crazy green gloves worked great (especially in repellent poopy areas), my rugs have been vacuumed (just in case), and I'm all wide awake and thinking the rest of the day can only be better.

P.S.  Still no time to work out.  Except I did Skype yoga with the sis yesterday.  So that counts for something.

P.P.S.  109.2!  I'm starting to suspect my New Digital is messed up!  But then the flab does weigh less than that pesky muscle.  Maybe it was 30 minutes of yoga yesterday.  Or maybe not.  I still feel really pudgy and my gut feels way bigger than 109.2 right now.  But I'm optimistic.  I found out this week that my food sensitivity is all things dairy and egg, rather than the wheat gluten that I was suspecting for the last two-three years.  (I may have mentioned how helpful the regular docs have been with my skin rashes and problems, and my suspicion of some food issue contributing to my illness.  So I did a blood test with a Florida lab for IgG-mediated food sensitivities and finally found out what foods I need to avoid.)  I've been off dairy and eggs for 2.5 days now, and my skin is already improving.  So, like I said, I'm optimistic that my health will improve, I won't be tired all the frickin' time, and I'll start working out again.  It's that simple.  I'll be better soon.

P.P.P.S. After washing the poopy-butted dog, watering my plants, walking the dogs, killing the grass in my backyard, and exploring my options as a temporary vegan-that-eats-meat, I put together the new camping cot.  Holy mother of frickin' baby Jee Zus.  I worked up quite a sweat and there were several moments where I just didn't think I had the muscle required to get the little aluminum legs in the little aluminum side rails.  I think I'ma leave it up for a few days to break it in and get it used to the pain of being set up  (I'm kind of pissed at it).  Plus I'm afraid to try to take it apart.  I could lose an eye or something.