And, I'm incredibly modest. Just ask me.
So, in getting glam ready for a little Lady GaGa tonight, I was awoken by my dog wanting to get up at 5:30am. This is highly unusual from a dog that gives me the evil eye when I make him get up at 7:00am to go sleep somewhere other than my bed.
In all that life dishes out, the good and the bad, you can still wake up to your pup wanting out at 5:30am.
The icing on the cake, however, is the fact that he woke up not because he wanted to go try out another bed a la Goldie Locks, but rather to vomit.
And that's where I'm humbled. Crouching over my poor pup at 5:30am, strategically placing a plastic bag under him for easy clean up, all the while thinking about how I have to get up for the day in 20 minutes and I'm more pissed knowing that I won't get that 20 minutes of sleep. And then Harry heaves and I feel bad for the little guy.
It's good to know that Harry will always be there to keep it real.
