Millie and Dr. Phil
Now that I’m officially on summer break, I’m hoping to get back to posting regularly once again. I've been super busy.
I just finished a home project that I did not do myself. However, it was stressful and exhausting, and that was just Millie’s take on the matter. For once she wasn't exaggerating.
First, I had to find “The Man”, agree to pay him a bunch of money, choose tiles, order them, move furniture and dishes out of the kitchen/dining room and remove stuff from three bathrooms. My kiddos helped, when I let them.
Millie didn't offered to help, not even once.
I worked the first three days “The Man” was doing the job. The other three? I shopped one day, hung out in my bedroom an entire day and the other I spent in a spare bedroom.
Poor little Millie was shuffled around, too. She didn’t appreciate any of it, not the noise or the limitations I put on her.
She was a bit sad and angry at me, sassing with her doggy talk and applying other bad behaviors. I just sighed and said, "It's not forever." Apparently, she decided to take matters into her own hands.
This appeared on FB about Millie:
“Millie didn’t like the six days of intrusion when her human mommy invited a stranger into HER home to redo HER floors with tile. Millie fought back by throwing fits in the middle of said floors, body slamming her mommy on a regular basis, participating in a hunger strike, barking her deep big dog bark at the man who only wanted to be friends and chewing on her mom’s hands. When all else failed and her feelings appeared not to be considered, she watched Dr. Phil for therapy ideas on how to change her mommy.”
We have our home back.
And Millie can once again lay around uninterrupted. It's important to her, sleeping 20 out of 24 hours.
I've missed you all so much!!! What's been your summer fun or aggravation?