Do you ever feel like something else… other than the human that you are?

The last few days, I have felt tired as a dog. But more to the point….I seem to be turning into quite the pack mule.

You see, this week is “moving” week. Moving is a pretty cockamamie thing to do. This I will tell you right here and now.

At the moment… I am wondering just what the point is… really? Oh, it seems like a good idea at the beginning….. and…. in theory it is very sparkly.  But once the ordeal begins, you realize this game is for someone much younger, and stronger than you. (Now…. if you happen to be younger and stronger… please..… call me.  I could use the help.)

No. This moving thing is not for the weak of heart. Or legs. Especially when your new (old) home has three large stories.

Not “stories” like “The Three Little Pigs.” Nopers. Stories like…. 12 stairs, a landing….12 stairs, a landing, 12 stairs, a landing. You get the idea. Oh, I huffed and I puffed alright…. but not to blow anything down. Just catching my wind, from all those steps.

I have truly become a pack mule. In fact, tonight’s photo… is a shot of my lower legs and feet. As you can see….. this looks a little awkward on me. But if you think the hooves are bad… you should see my ears. I’m getting a little long in the tooth as well. Most of all……I’m trying hard not to be a total ass.

As I sit and think about the last couple of days… struggling to keep my eyes open at this point… I’ve decided we should probably stay put for a while…

The old saying goes….“You don’t learn anything the second time you’re kicked by a mule”

And there you have it.

Okay.  I need to go comb my ears before I got to bed…..

Hee Haw….