One of the few luxuries I afford myself is getting a massage to help deal with the chronic shoulder pain (which leads to neck and back pain), so I got my monthly massage today. My LMT is in between offices, so we made arrangements for it to take place at home. For those of you wondering how a massage at home is with three dogs and a cat, one word: shitshow.
Thurston was completely enamored with the grapeseed oil (it is dog safe) that she used, so thus spent the entire time on the table with me, licking whatever she had just massaged. We put him in another room, and he barked like a maniac. So I spent the entire time with a dog licking my feet, legs, back, whatever while the therapist massaged another body part, with both arms dangling down and Rosie demanding pets from one hand and Lily demanding action from the other. Steve just stared down at us all from his cat tower.
The LMT seemed to think the entire thing was awesome, and I had to make sure she didn’t try to steal Steve.
Why is it always Steve? No one ever wants to take Rosie or Thurston, it’s always Steve.