Breaking and entering

It's been an interesting day and it's barely 3 p.m. The entire goal of today, other than packing, is to absolutely exhaust Lucy so that she's completely worn out by the time we drive home tonight.
I took Chad into work this morning and managed to lock myself out of the house. So I MacGyvered my way into the back yard over the fence and through the dog door to let us in. I was feeling quite proud of myself until I realized I must have landed in a pile of dog poop because I tracked it all over the living room.

Then we went to the local dog park. She loves the creek and playing with all the other dogs. She ran around for an hour and a half. Lucy's "Missouri Mom," the woman who originally found her in Missouri and sent her out here to a friend so that she could be adopted, was in town and wanted to see how much Lucy had grown. We met her and her friend, who Lucy stayed with for three weeks when she first came out to DC. They kept remarking that Lucy was really well-behaved. (I didn't tell them that we got to the dog park 45 minutes early so she wouldn't be hyper!)

Then we drove downtown and had a picnic with Chad. That was fun.

Presently, Lucy is absolutely pooped. When it looks like she's falling asleep, I'll wake her back up. She keeps looking at me like, "Woman, what is wrong with you?"

From the look of the picture below, I'd say that I'm succeeding.