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Thanks for all the kind words about yelling at BG. I was tired, sore and stressed last night. Poor guy didn't mean to be a pain. He was just being himself. Some times I need to remind myself that the fact he is a Big Goof (hence the name) is what I love about him. Last night was just not a good night for goofiness. I gave him some treats before bed last night. Tonight he lay quietly by me while I ate dinner so I gave him a little of what I had to reward the quietness.
Today was a rough fibro day... sore, fog, tired.... I lay down on the bed for a "few minutes" when I got home from work. I slept for two hours! I still don't feel great, but am a bit less tired.
Can't remember if I've ever said this here, I'm the last living member of my family. There are times it gets lonely and I miss them. Then I read stories like some of you posted about family members being but heads and think maybe it's not so bad after all.
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