The end of the week calls for a celebration of success. Working every day, hitting the gym, trying to get enough sleep while getting in all your vital shows: That all deserves a big pat on the back. Happy Hour? You got it.
Pump the brakes a bit. I have a puppy. And so I need to get home to him quickly so he too can celebrate a successful week of being home all day and not eliminating inside. Bravo to you, Chandler! I knew you could it.
And this is where the story unfolds. We actually have a place we can both go and release some stress.
It's pretty incredible. I get wine. Jay gets a beer. Chandler gets to socialize and sprint around to his heart's desire. And we get to watch and laugh.
Usually starts with a play bow...
And that turns into all the lovable dog play antics:
^Humping, jumping, sprinting, mouthing, barking, etc.
And I get to enjoy this while I watch and crack up.
And glow with pride when I see my sweet boy earning his treats.
It truly is my favorite way to end my week.
Yappy Hour = the best thing in the world.