we're all working for the weekend
I've had Maddie since Monday and I've had her with me always--from work to the gym to dinner to home to work. Last night we got home at 7:30, watched the not-finale of The Biggest Loser (disappointed: a) I thought this was the finale week, boo, and b) seriously, I've never seen a longer clips show in my life, I swear there were only fifteen minutes of actual current time in that ep), and then went to bed at 9:15.
Me and her? We're a couple of old ladies.
She has conquered her fear of the elevator at my office which means she can now be her friendly self rather than cower and shake in fear. This has been met with general acceptance although I'm terrified of some hater patient yelling at both of us. My plan if that happens? Lie and say she's a assistance dog in training. Not that I've done that before or anything.