This is another picture of her 'resting' while we spent a grueling day packing up the U-Haul to move across Canada. It was imperative that we did not pack her chair until the very last moment.
I would like to know where to sign up to come back as a pampered pooch. Someone to prepare all my meals, make sure I have plenty of water, dry my feet when I've been out in the rain, give me stuffed toys just because I like them, and allow me to lounge around all day if that's what I wish to do.
No Day Job.
No bills to pay.
No worries about having a bad hair day; the jeans getting too tight; that mark on my forehead that looks an awful lot like a zit, which can't really be because I turned 40 something, not teen something!
I think I'm going to try to find some time today to take a Taz Moment. Come on, People of Blogland, join me in a Taz Moment sometime today. Find a comfy couch or chair, put your feet up, and relax. Don't think about the bills, or the aging taking your body from "Woo, I feel great" to "I missed the memo telling me everything was going south, including my boobs". Enjoy doing exactly nothing. Then, when you're done, enjoy the next activity with the enthusiasm of Taz playing in the sprinkler ~
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