This face will get me through my day. A long drive to the doctors & the start of another week of IV abx. Mondays always leave me like a zombie. When I get home, Juno will be all smiles and wags but she'll sense that walks are not in the schedule. Instead, she'll lick my face as I crash on the sofa and ask me to open the living room door so she can go mousing instead. I will leave her (along with Loki) with a peanut butter kong as a bribe in hopes of precluding her criminal mastication activities while I’m gone. I’ll also cross my fingers and pray to the Siberian gods to have mercy. But if I find an eaten shoe, torn magazine, turned over trash can, I won't blame her. Not that face.
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