Write a four line poem about: sloth.
Day two of Kat's training, the longest of the bunch, is over and out. She was in class starting at 11:30 this morning and finished at 7pm. Max did fine, other than his afternoon nap which he had absolutely no interest in having.
I ended up sticking him in the car to go for a drive at 3pm (about an hour after he usually goes down) and he fell asleep within a couple of minutes. He only slept for half an hour, but that was a whole lot better than the nothing it was looking like it was going to be.
Tomorrow's 11:30 to 4:30 training session is suddenly looking pretty tame in comparison.
The roller coaster's rattlin',
Something has come loose.
I suppose I could fix 'er,
But, meh, what's the use?