YMCA

When I was a young girl Mommy and Daddy would take me to the YMCA occasionally. They brought me to the daycare where they would sign me in and hand me over to one of the staff members. I was usually much younger than the other kids but I didn’t mind and I would just sit there, drink my bottle, and watch them play. As I got older I began to play a little by myself. Mommy and Daddy would then go workout and come back to get me in 45 minutes or so. With no disrespect toward The Village People, recently I have grown less fond of the YMCA. I am not sure why but right now it appears to be the quickest way to turn me into a crying mess on the cusp of hyperventilation. Yesterday was no different but my screaming must have been extra crazy because they summoned Mommy from the gym to take me away. As soon as she came I clung to her neck and didn’t let go until we left. I was very sad.

After my long nap (crying is exhausting) we went to the Vet to get Monty some more thyroid medication because nature intended dogs to receive thyroxin twice a day.

Last night we went to Chipotle for some burritos. It was my first trip to Chipotle and while I am too small to stuff a burrito in my mouth, I did have some rice. The chicken wasn’t a big hit with me – too spicy.

Daddy put me to bed last night and we watched the movie Just Friends for the 80th time.