First off, who in their right mind would want to run with angry bulls chasing you? It's hard enough running with Chimmie who consistently acts like a charging bull (or like he drank about a dozen Red Bulls.) Right now he is going nuts galloping, playing and pretend fighting me. It's bedtime dog! Just chill. We did get an hour long walk earlier. Linda was so engrossed in her iTunes fiasco that she forgot to run him before church this evening. It's 10:00 p.m. now, and she is debating on going to bed or eating some dinner. Running in the dark with a crazy dog wasn't one of her options. Bed is going to win out because there isn't much to eat that doesn't require defrosting, baking, broiling or steaming. In other words, she would actually have to cook something. If there was any cereal and some almond milk, she would eat that. If there was bread, she would eat toast. If there was a can of soup, she'd even go as far as heating it up in the microwave. Since her options are talipia, salmon, shrimp, squash, asparagus, Brussels sprouts, or cauliflower, she is just going to pass on food.
