I forgot to account for the fact that she is over 3/4 my weight and that without those talons, she can dig her heels in quite literally. I stood at the top of the stairs with a treat to bribe her and she was seriously looking at me, then into the living room, weighing her options... hmm, do I want a bath or to lounge under the coffee table? So, to prove myself to be even more stubborn than she is, I got behind her, wrapped my arms around her, and proceeded to heave and struggle my way up the stairs with her in front of me, protesting the entire way.
Now, I woke up too sore to work out (it would have been day three of Jillian Michaels's 30 Day Shred) and I thought if I got up and did some things I'd have stretched out enough to work out this afternoon or tonight.
I was wrong. After cajoling and pleading and bribing and hauling and bathing and drying something that is 95 freaking pounds, I'm done. Spent. Drained.
Except... now I have to bathe myself. And Preppy Pup (although the latter isn't so tough, she jumps into the tub while I'm showering pretty frequently and it takes all of thirty seconds to clean her). My arms are having enough trouble staying lateral to type, I'm not sure how I'll be able to raise them to wash my hair.