Work work work

I am sitting at work. I am slowly catching up on my homework. Got the rock and roll radio on, in the back ground the site radio blasts the men's requests to each other. "Joe bring me a part to track number 2 site C." I don't know what they are talking about, I am not allowed back on the railroad tracks, Don't mind that much. Some of the men are scary, and I am a big coward.
I had to work two graveyard shifts this week at the Hotel 43 in Boise 25 miles from Nampa where I live.

Wednesday and Thursday,11;00 PM to 6:00AM. They have six floors, I walk all of them, then do turns outside, checking doors to make sure they are locked, and looking for break ins etc. Sometimes people are in the parking garage and I have to tell them to leave.

Sure didn't like that, especially when I had to come 25 miles back to my home and check on my son, then head back 25 miles to town for a Dr. appointment...then home again. 100 miles already put on my mileage. I took a two hour nap, then had to get ready for school, after school work the graveyard shift in Boise again.
I had a bad flare up of fibermyalgia. Legs hurt so much that I was limping. Fortunately I know that it is only temporary, and in a day or so I will have very little pain.
However here it is Saturday, I lost Friday. Too much pain to do anything but ride it out. Daine and I made the chocolate cake again. It is so easy,I don't know why I don't bake it more often.
The cocker spaniel is very bad behaved, I hate leaving Daine in charge of him. He leaps up in the air and grabs what Daine is eating. He climbs up on the kitchen table and into Danie's toy shelves in his room. He takes what he wants and chews it up.
I am hoping he mellows soon. Some days I would like to see how far I can kick him. I am an animal lover and have lots of patience, but this dog really pushes me to the limit. Today I had to get up at 4 AM in order to get to work by 6. The dog had left me a present on the carpet. I told him he was a bad horrible dog, and he merely wagged his tail. I know that the deed was already done and one cannot punish a dog after the fact, you have to catch them at it. I wanted to walk him outside before I Left for work at 5AM but he darted out the door and took off looking for the neighborhood cats. He would not come when I called him. REALLY I didn't need this game this morning. So rather dejectedly I took my back pack full of school books, purse, and lunch box and put them in my car. He thought he was going along and dived into the car.

I picked him up and took him back into the house. He began to scratch at the door from the inside and howl.

I really really wanted to kick him.

I think he needs to get out somewhere and run. Get all of his Ya Ya's out. (meaning exhaust himself into being a nice dog.)

I miss my Darling Labrador, but memory serves me that she was a bad dog for the first three years then mellowed into a wonderful family pet. There is still hope for Sherman who is going to be one year old this month. Maybe I should bake him a doggie biscuit cake.

Sometimes animals that I adopt from the pound have hidden issues. Lucy the lab used to run away all the time. Sherman is a food snatcher and chewer.

I WANT a cat.

I know that in a few years, I won't remember how bad he was, I will say, " OH he is such a sweet dog etc." I forget sometimes what it takes to get them into shape.
I could never give him up even though he really ticks me off most of the time.
I would be afraid someone else wouldn't love him like we do.
He was just five months old when I brought him from the pound. This means someone lost him from their home. I don't know how anyone could let a lovely dog like this one go.
Well considering what a lot of trouble he is maybe I could.
Anyway. I am thankful I only work till 2 PM today and can drive home and be with my son and horrible dog.