#itsalwaysgeorge

It’s three forty-one on a Monday morning in January. My bladder is saying, “Yooooooo!!!!” as I sit up in bed and throw the heated blanket aside. Although the dogs don’t necessarily need to go out at this time of the morning, I trudge downstairs and open the back door, releasing a flock of wagging tails into the yard. They file back inside, older dogs dutifully walking back up the deck steps and…