It had been a crappy late afternoon and by the time I managed to get out with the dog I was up against it timewise for getting back to make tea before we had to leave. Time pressure is never my favourite - I am always grumpy and the annoying dog got shouted at as he kept dropping his ball and it would roll down the street whilst I was trying to pick up dog poo. Being me, I wasn't just walking the dog, I was dropping off my book group book en route (tomorrow I'm doing several other errands on both the way to and the way back from my clinic at the army camp). By the time I arrived at the house to hand over the book I was very stressed. The lovely woman said I was doing really well with everything (tell someone that today, we all need to hear it lots) and offered me a hug. I nearly cried and really really needed that hug, only I was clutching a bag of dog poo and ball thrower in one hand, and trying to restrain an over excited hound on a lead with the other. The resultant peck in the air was not satisfactory.
I've mentioned before that the dog takes two balls out with him - one to be retrieved whilst the other is waiting to be thrown as an incentive for him to come back to me. They are allegedly indestructible, but part of the stress was one had been squished out of shape and so couldn't fit in the thrower so was yet one more item I was juggling (tho not literally) and I thought I was going to have to chuck it in the bin. However, once on the field, with hands no longer filled with poo and book, I squished it a bit more and it bounced back. I'm sure there's a metaphor in there :D
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