Still Anxious

At least to me, Sage still seems anxious.  When we walk on leash she hurries back home, walks through the house, as if she is trying to find Murph.  She definitely needs or is asking for more attention.  Although, since the Seattle area has no football teams (go Cashmere this weekend, by the way), maybe her morning football games is merely her way of compensating for the drought in local sports.

Her anxiety hasn't been good for the diet, or, more accurately, my anxiety hasn't been good for Sage's diet.  She keeps getting a few more chewies...oops!

I guess we're both still anxious and sad.

Murphy's day.