I’ve been feeling kind of crappy on and off over the past week. It really makes it hard to get work done during the day, and housework done at night. I just want to lay on the couch and watch the NBA playoffs–and today, that’s pretty much all I did after attempting a few hours of work.
Casper and Pom Pom know that when I go downstairs and turn on the TV, “worktime” is over. Unfortunately, instead of the usual post-work walk and playtime, I plopped down on the couch for a nap. I could tell Casper was looking forward to running off some of his energy with me, so I knew he was bummed when he realized that wasn’t gonna happen.
I was sleeping pretty hard. I know this because as I was waking up from the nap, it took me a couple seconds to realize Casper was full-on licking my mouth. Like, trying to lick INSIDE my mouth.
Please note: This is the same dog that has been known to poach turds out of the cats’ litter box.
I made some sort of half-asleep noise that sounded something like “BLEEECK,” then I ran to the bathroom to wash my mouth out.
Well, he got me up. Mission accomplished, poopbreath.