Long Day

Today I worked my first day of overtime, and I think the rest of the week might involve occasional overtime as well. I had a big feeling of accomplishment until I remembered that since we're non-salaried, and yesterday was a holiday, I'm still short on hours this week. I would have to work the same amount of overtime every day this week to make it up to full time. Once that realization sunk in, I stopped feeling proud, and started worrying about Max, who hadn't been allowed to pee in 13 hours.

So once the bus let me off in my neighborhood, I booked it up the street as fast as I could so as to not make him wait a second longer than he had to, and what do I see, but surprise, surprise, Nathan's van in the driveway! He came back home to Portland today to do paperwork, and let Max out a few minutes before I would've been able to. So it's all good. I'm happy he's home, and I took the bad one to the dog park to run some of that energy off. He picked a fight with a little pit bull girl whose owners were really tolerant and understanding and then they all played happily together for a few minutes. He's not such a bad dog all the time.