Unlike the giddy Jeramy, the other spoiled member of our family, Cujo, was having a more distressful Monday. First, I demanded that he and I go for a walk since we are both so out of shape. While he kept pace with me at the beginning, that energy quickly faded. By the end I was practically dragging the fatigued, panting dog up the hill by our house (and this was not a long walk...maybe 3/4 mile). Afterwards, I vowed to take him on more walks since he obviously needs it, and Cujo resorted to drinking out of mud puddles.
Then, as if the walk wasn't enough for the poor canine, Jeramy's mom Dee came over with his niece Julia. Once the latter familiarized herself with her surroundings, she promptly stole poor Cujo's toys.
Yes, it's a rough life.