36 good hours in a row.

Don’t get me wrong with what I’m about to say here: It’s not like I never think she’ll ever make another mistake again. In fact, that’s not at all the case. I totally expect it.

That being said–Scout did not use the bathroom inside the house, not one time, all of yesterday. Even over night, she did not use the bathroom in her crate, and believe you me, I make a serious point out of sleeping for 8 hours in a row with no interruptions. She has gone for over 36 hours without violating my hardwood floors, or my kitchen tile, and without forcing me to wash all the blankets and towels in her crate. I am a happy woman.

So it was a good day in our household yesterday. It was a day of going to the bathroom in designated areas, a day of enchiladas and sopapillas, and a day of indulging myself with GossipGirl because when it comes to TV, I clearly have no personal restraint.

I’m not intending for this to turn into a dogblog, but right now, my puppy basically takes up all available space in my brain. That includes the space in my brain that remembers to bring snacks to work for mid-day munchies, and the part that remembers where my keys are, and the part that keeps me in my routine. In the last week, I have turned into an incredibly looney, dingbat brained, can’t keep up with anything kind of a person. I am not that person. I am type A. I border on severe Type A. I am Type A, Capitolized For A Reason, because I can not live my life like an insane woman who has to wake up her sister for a ride to work cause WHERE ARE MY KEYS? right before I remember that maybe they are in my jeans, along with my debit card and my licence, which I didn’t even know where MISSING.

I digress.

I think my dog is pretty awesome.