Poor Doggies

I feel like such a bad mommy. I had a killer migraine this morning and couldn't move without feeling nauseas. My poor boys laid in bed beside me looking worried. It’s such a gorgeous day outside; I only took the boys out long enough to do their thing. Hubby said that he would take the boys out for a long walk when he gets home.

The boys could tell that I wasn’t feeling well because they didn’t nudge me to go out. On a normal day they will let me know when it’s time to go out. Bean will come up to me and nudge me with his nose, Oscar will start his doggy talk with me. It’s so cute, it’s like a low growl cut up into sentences.

Hopefully if it’s nice out on Sunday we can take the boys down to Assateague. We did try the local dog park once. Bean got slammed into by a big dog and started to limp. I realize now that if we go again that Bean will need to go into the area for small dogs. The same dog knocked me over. The poor owner was really worried. It was an accident and the dog was playing doing what dogs do. The owner still kept asking me I was okay and would my dog be okay. Oscar ignored the other dogs and sniffed everything.