All is Quiet on the Doggy Front

Today was an excellent day. Why? Because on my way home from the gym this morning I took my usual exciting route through the parking lot, and THE DOG! The ferocious, snarling, terrifying German shepherd that always acts as though it is about to eat through the wrought-iron gate and gobble my innards? That dog DIDN'T BARK AT ME TODAY. She didn't even bother to stand up, she just lied there while I meandered by offering her my usual "Hi, Puppy! Hello there, you!" Which means that I frequent the gym often enough that she doesn't think I'm going to steal her dead squirrel skeleton or whatever. Which also means that I can now officially call myself a regular-worker-outer, which certainly pleases me.

See that, body? You can ache and burn as much as you'd like, but my will power is still kicking your ass. Literally.