Not that I was trying to. I was able to slow down around mid-morning today. I can breathe again at work, I don’t have to rush anymore – everything is under control. Mine. As it should be. I’ve hardly slept in two days, though, so this’ll be a short visit. I need rest.
Riley flipped out tonight. I took them to the vet for routine exams and shots, and he went nuts the second we walked in the door. He’s usually a little nervous (he pants a little, gets extra slobbery, stays under my feet), but tonight he whined and cried, paced and drooled, tried to get into my lap and then back out the door – he was a wreck. I tried to calm him down, but nothing I did was working. Roxy pretended she didn’t know us. She stretched out on the floor at the very end of her leash, facing away from us. Riley didn’t calm down until we were checking out, and from then on, he was back to normal. I don’t know why this visit was so traumatic for him. We were the only ones there, but maybe he was reacting to a lingering odor of fear from some other animals. Or something. Who knows. He’s crashed out on his dog bed now, like nothing ever happened. So’s Roxy. And they’re making me tired.
I’ll continue my re-introduction to the Internet tomorrow, hopefully, with some visits to my blog friends.