When sickness came around...

Our house is a constant bustle of going-ons. Not only do four adults live here, but our friends, significant others and relatives (and relatives children) are near constantly in and out. Everyone works hard, everyone plays hard and half of us attend school in between. This living situation is awesome for Taricha because she has a constant string of people to play with and sneak food from. She's still my shadow but everyone enjoys visiting with her as they pass through the house.

Loves kids, their faces are covered in food.

I've been really sick the past week, caught whatever this is thats going around.  I was curled up in bed this morning dealing with coughing fits of doom. Miserable and lethargic. Taricha started rip-roaring through the house making an awful racket. Up and down the stairs, up and down, through the kitchen, around and around. She's bored! The stuffed kong I gave her an hour earlier lasted a whole 10 min and I was feeling helpless to entertain her further.

It suddenly got quiet and I thought maybe she found something to chew on, probably something she isn't supposed to have. Just as I'm about to get up and investigate, my phone goes off with a text from a roommate, "Stole the dog, back later."

YES!

And now I can go back to bed too.