Please don’t ring phone.

My arms are so sore from strain that I can barely pick up and hold my chihuahua.

We have to carry her down the stairs to the apartment’s backyard because: a) she has short legs and I can’t walk that slow and b) she is blind.

But she also isn’t going to pee on my carpet either, so we will endeavor to get her outside. I’m hoping she is the heaviest thing we pick up today. We weighed her at 10 lbs. She loves to eat and all things considered, what much else does she have to live for?

Her schedule:

Wake up and be petted for 5-8 minutes. A bowl of breakfast of dry kibbles smothered in pumpkin hash with a squirt of water mix. Then she gets a big bite of chicken meat as I make our lunch salad for work. Goes outside. Comes in and sleeps till I get home. I pet her for a few moments then carry her out. She then gets served her food as I start cooking. She then eats again while I eat. She then gets on my lap and held for an hour until arm is sore or I need another beer, so she spreads out next to me. I later carry her out to do her final pee before bed in hopes of not getting woke up. Repeat every single day. Lol.

The littles love to pet her, so soft and furry. She stretches out like a cat and absorbs it for hours, then demands more when you stop.

I see naps in our future, Cleo and I snoozing the day away on the couch cuddled up. She’s still in bed waiting for breakfast I’m sure. Yes we sleep together at night. This helps with taking the dog out because she’ll stand on me wagging her tail to go out. She does this every night between 3-5 a.m.

Cleo is a therapy dog and she don’t know it. Spoilt.