Everyone must know because this is an hour I don't often see. I'm one of those people who tell myself every night (literally every single night) I'm going to get up at the crack of dawn to tackle the day and I never do. (I get up at 7:30ish which isn't terrible, but it could be better.)
Except for today. Today I'm up at the crack of dawn because I got shit to do!!! The plane for Austin leaves tomorrow at 8 a.m. and I have more than 24 hours of work to finish before then so I am in scramble mode.
I dropped a few new t-shirts over the weekend. This one might be my favorite yet.
Quick reader poll: was anyone else certain they were bound for the Olympics following the summer of 1996 after practicing the one-leg landing by Keri Strug for hours on end? Not a day goes by that I don't think about that '96 gymnastics team. Those were the golden years.
Anyway, Harlow is back at camp while I go to Austin. I've had a few people ask what the hell camp means for Harlow and why was he there so long this last time? Let me explain.
Camp for Harlow = spending time with Chris's parents at their cabin in Nebraska with his crazy lab sidekick, Timber. Chris's mom might even top me with her level of dog loving so I know he's happy and well taken care of there. He has free roam of the land to swim after ducks, chase deer, and bark at toads all day.
We drop him off there when we know we'll be gone for awhile, or more specifically when I'll be gone because Harlow doesn't do well being at home for eight hours alone while Chris is at work. I hire dog workers to come by, but in the world of Harlow a 20 minute walk is just a joke to him because he's a spoiled little SOB.
So yes, even though I know Harlow's having a blast at camp, it's still hard as hell to be away from him for a few weeks. The mornings and nights are the hardest. The days aren't great either.
Which brings me to part two of this post. Harlow and the wedding. From day one Chris and I have said we want Harlow at our wedding. It just wouldn't feel right without him. I understand most people don't think weddings are for dogs. That's fine. We're not most people and Harlow is not a dog. He's a Harlow.
But as the date gets closer and the details get finer, the logistics of bringing Harlow keep getting muddier and muddier.
Problem one: the resort where we're staying won't allow dogs. This is a big one.
Way around it: Have Harlow stay with our friends who are renting a house in Steamboat, or have Harlow stay with a dog sitter in Steamboat. Both options have been looked into.
Transportation: Getting Harlow to and from the ceremony. Even though I know he'd have a blast at the reception (he's so social!) he would have to leave right after the ceremony.
Problem 37: We're leaving for our honeymoon straight from Denver. This means we might be away from Harlow for 3 weeks. I just can't think about it.
My main concern is being in Steamboat and knowing Harlow is there as well, but not being able to see him . And I know, I know, plenty of people have told me, "you don't want to have to worry about Harlow on your wedding day."
But they don't get it, I worry about Harlow every day. I pretty much plan my life around him. Is that weird? Probably. You can judge. We all have our things, Harlow is mine.
So that's what I think about roughly 100 times a day right now.
And now I've run out of time because I have to pack 50 shirts before my dress fitting this morning... Dress fittings. Woof. And I still haven't recapped our wonderful couple shower hosted by my parents' friends this past weekend! So much to say, so little time.
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If anyone has suggestions on the Harlow debacle, let me know. If I go MIA on here for a bit, you know where to find me snapchatting @thedailytay. I can't promise it will be pretty, but it will definitely be regrettable.