For the last two days I have been lending a hand (and two legs and a leash) to my upstairs neighbour’s by taking their dogs out on mid-day walkies.
Ideally, I’d be able to take Frida, Chili and Elvis out all at once – kill three birds with one stone. Alas, ’tis not the case. Each of them need to be walked on their own: Elvis is enough of a handful when he gets it in his mind to be a brat, Chili is only 6 months old (but bigger than Elvis!) and has little formal training, and Frida’s motor has one speed – mustpullfaster.
So I’ve been walking (and trying to drill the concept of “heeling” into all of them) much more than usual the last couple of days. Lots of brisk exercise and fresh air have left me wiped out.
Tired in that zoned-out, stare at the wall with your mouth agape kinda way.
The nice thing about being physically exhausted?
At night I sleep like a dog.