... and she was right.
it started off well enough. there was plenty of coffee, more than enough cream. libby wasn't late for the bus, the dogs didn't do anything unexpected in the night. in fact, the day was going along swimmingly until buddy decided to barge through the back door and run off into the woods, tail wagging in the dog equivalent of "free at last, free at last, thank dog almighty, im free at last."
Beloved helped look for him of course, but it was nearly thirty minutes later before buddy returned, giving new meaning to the expression "hang-dog"... long enough to make getting to morning krav class impossible, or doing much of anything else until he was washed and de-stinked.
by the time i finished with buddy i was as wet and smelly as if i'd gone to class.
and furthermore, the war must end. blessed be.