Day of Ash: Friday!

Morning rituals are complete. I get in the car after letting Ash in, turn around to see how he is doing, and that is the look I get. The day went fairly well, but I could tell, just like myself and my co-workers, it was Friday. Get it over with.

Then, only 10 miles from work, I realized what the look was really for. I almost ran out of gas, and rolled into the station on fumes. When I got back into the car, he was still giving me that look.

He did everything he should and then some. Got my soda, he took it out of my hand, carried it to the desk. Even put it on the desk for me, sadly, on it’s side. At which point it rolled off, taking my lunch box with it.

He really didn’t like picking that up. He grabbed it by the handle, and brought it to me, but when he tried to drop it in my lap, the handle hooked his lower teeth. I had to rescue him.

At around noon we went and got cupcakes to bring home, which was across the street at a little shop. Ash was confused on why I didn’t need him to grab the box on the counter. He started to pop up, and it was a quick correction. Showing now, I need to work on him only doing it when asked. In the afternoon, we relaxed a bit and I tossed his ring around the cube a bit so he could play some. He also said hello to my team mates and got scritches, the whole time watching me out of the corner of his eye. He knew the walk took a bit out of me.

When we got in the car to head home, again, up on the console and looking at the start button for the car.

-Z