It’s too bad such visualization techniques don’t work for dogs. My poor Cosmo is drugged, wearing a ThunderShirt, and curled up in a bathroom with the fan on to drown out the lingering fireworks in the neighborhood. It’s after 11:30 PM. It’s time to put the toys away and go to bed, people!
Here’s to night number two sleeping on the couch to be close by for my dog thanks to disrespectful people.
Picturing myself in Estes Park hanging out by the river as I try to fall asleep on the couch knowing how bad my neck is going to feel in the morning.