The thing about living alone with a house-trained dog is that at the end of each day, you have to make a beeline home so that he can go for his poo-poo-pee-pee routine. The Hubbers and I don't really have a lot of leeway to play with for after hours plans.
With a baby on the way, even more restrictions are imposed. For obvious reasons, I can't be expected to walk a 20kg hyperactive dog anymore (well, I try to avoid it as much as possible), so whenever The Hubbers is working late we will have to call for back-up in the form of my brother- or father-in-law, who thankfully live nearby.
Still, I don't really fancy inconveniencing them, so I try to minimise all other requests. Take today, for example. It was dinnertime, I had taken my shower, but Guinness had yet to be taken for his walk. So I waited for my brother-in-law to show up and come back from the walk before I cleaned Guin's feet and headed downstairs to pack my food. To be honest, it was a waste of time, but we aren't exactly close so it would have been awkward to ask him to wait for me (in case I took longer than him).
Oh well. There's only 5.5 weeks left before I'm due. I guess it's inevitable that in my current state, certain freedoms and controls need to be temporarily relinquished.
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