There is no sense of biting off more than you can chew, or, more precisely, more than you can absorb. Everything in moderation …that’s what I’ve learned over the years.
Seamus, too, needs to take things in moderation. Though I’m not sure he understands the concept, he does know enough to ape me at times, and that helps to keep us bonded. All I have to say is, “It’s time for a nap,” and he looks to see where I’m going to lay down or recline and he’s right there …that is, until I start snoring. Then he finds a room that’s far enough away to muffle the sound of a herd of elephants trumpeting their way through the jungle …at least that’s what “She Who Must Be Obeyed” tells me. Actually, I think she’s exaggerating. Seamus never says a word.
TD