spindly reindeer

We were working on packing for a trip out east. We were supposed to leave early but it looked like the earliest we would leave was after lunch. There was still much to pack. We needed to get to Quebec by tonight.
Dog was running around and biting his bum like he always did. He was skinny and wobbly so I called him my spindly reindeer. He was good natured about everything.
There was garbage in a room and I wasn't sure why it hadn't been thrown out.
I was trying to select outfits that would go together.