This morning I dropped Benson at boarding so I could fly down for the funeral. He was pulling SO hard all the way there. He saw his favorite attendant and nearly yanked me into the street. He's also 80 lbs. Hello, dog diet.
Later my lyft driver (a chill, young Black dude) who magically appeared out of nowhere told me he owns a boutique dog business (nobarkzone.com) and we got to talking. He asked what my biggest friction is and I said transport.
Him: We do that!!
Me: Gtfoh.
Him: if you need us to pick y'all up and drop him off home after daycare we can do that. You're not the only one who needs this!
Y'all, I felt this was a ram in the bush situation. I am so tired of the 5 am hustle.
Oh and my org was named a Yield Giving awardee today!!! (That's the big news I've been holding.)