Started the day off with giving Balboa his meds. I have to take one of those horse-size pills, break it in half, and then basically shove it down his throat. Balboa is such a champ though, he takes it with stride and let's me do it. Perhaps it's because I bombard him with kisses after.
Before breakfast had a change to touch my lips and coffee was even made, I was downstairs training.
Sunday morning gains.
It's Canada Day, happy birthday Canada -- so I celebrated it with some maple syrup and some Canadian eats at my friend's restaurant. The maple syrup was such a sweat surprise. It came about after I was telling the bartender at The Refined that of the things (products) I miss in Canada, maple syrup was one of my top three. Next thing I knew it he was pulling a bottle out from behind the bar. I went home and there it was. He had put it in my bag as a gift.
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