I do my best under pressure so I'm super excited about what's to come, but you know how you know something is coming but you just don't know how or when and then it comes and smacks you in the face and you're like oh shit here we go...yeah that's kinda how this week went.  And what's funny is at the beginning of the week I noticed H was acting a little different.  

Now let's keep in mind that I am not just a dog mom, but like a crazy AF dog mom in the sense that I see H playing with a toy differently, or licking a random spot on his paw, or sleeping in another space and I'm super like in his face like what's wrong with you are you ok type thing.  And we are the dog parents that let our dog sleep in bed with us...yep H just sprawls out in between J and I every night and even though I constantly have either a paw digging into my throat or a butt in my face, I love having him snuggle with us.  Except this week, for a couple nights, H slept either at the foot of the bed, or in his house aka crate.  And me being the cray cray that I am was like why is he not sleeping with us something must be wrong.