Resting

He says I got to get up and fight. I say, rest, Boss. We got to rest.

He says I got to get up and fight. I say, rest, Boss. We got to rest.

Raebert’s been the slowest to adjust to the new schedule, what with the missus going back to work and all. He wants to get up ON us, all stretched out and, well, protective. Very careful not to ding the bad arm but very sure about crushing me with his massive weight.

He worries about me most particularly. We’ve been thinking he’s not eating. Just realized he stops eating when I don’t eat. Which I haven’t been doing. I’m so very tired.

Time to get back in harness. I know it. Insist if you must. What Raebert’s doing in his own way.

Yes. I worry.

Yes. I worry.

Wait for the wind. Live for it.

What I keep trying to tell him. He can still run.

What I keep trying to tell him. He can still run.

2 thoughts on “Resting

  1. Pingback: U are Here — (after breakfast; today.) | SALLY CAN DANCE

  2. Continue to rest, friend, you’ve earned it. I reached out to the other DD, the newcomer, and proposed an elegant solution. I hope he bites, and I’ll keep you in the loop.

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