The baby popped out of bed this morning, mostly because I'd startled her by popping out of bed myself when I realized that I had a little over an hour and fifteen minutes to play, feed, shower and dress for work. Sounds like more time than it actually is because that's factoring in the 30-45 minoos on the train (and lately, due to some stupid track work the commutes have been on the long side). Anyway, the baby and I hustled, and thanks in part to her for doing all her business in a timely fashion I made it out of there in time for work. I've been pretty busy at work the past couple of weeks and I think the baby is starting to catch on that when I leave it's likely that I won't return for a while. This morning, although she was excited for her "find the treat" game, she kept a very close eye on my location at all time. Sadly for her, I left anyway.
She was therefore quite surprised (and a little overjoyed) when I made it home before the sun had completely set -- a first in recent memory. Though I think I must've interrupted her feeding frenzy (she'd been eating all or most of kibbles the past few days), because while we were playing fetch she had a moment when she threw up a lot of kibble on her bone. O_O It was gross and unexpected, especially when the baby took the opportunity while I was rinsing out her bone to slurp her regurgitated kibbles back up. Some times I forget she's a dog, and then these things happen. O_O
And then we watched the boree-est debates ever. I think that for the next debate we should play a game of getting one treat each every time McCain said the word "veteran". We'll be sure not to eat dinner, or actually any meals, that day.
Live update: Now the baby is sleeping because she was so bored by the debate; and I'm stuffing my face with veggie booty. Whut.
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