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03/21/2007: you can checkout any time you like....

my wife has the flu or the semblance of the flu, all headachey and slightly feverish. this has afforded me both monday and today in the shop, alone, with the dogs.

mostly these are the "daycare" dogs, meaning they come each day monday through friday, as early as 7am and as late as 7pm. i spend a lot of time with these 16 or 17 dogs, probably as much or more than their parents.

it hit me today, that maybe this isn't a good thing, all the time i spend with the dogs. see, i am growing grumpier by the minute, the older i get. ten years ago i was raging against the machine, but not all that often. five years ago it began to take over days at a time. then 2-3 years ago i started various drugs for "anger management" (at my wife's, ahem, request.) now it's hard for me to live with me. i can't stand people. all of them. all the time. and there's the insight - it's these damn dogs.

the dogs have no hidden agenda. they don't say one thing and do another. there is rarely an unexpected reaction out of them. they're dogs, fer crissake! and this, this fact that i think i am relating better to the dogs than i am humans, this is a sign. could be a sign of the apocalypse or a sign o' the times, but more than likely just a sign that i need a vacation.

of course, i do own six of my own....

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Just thought I'd pop on to see if you were still alive and well. Glad to see you are!! :) - gavin

gburns said @ 03/28/2007 05:56 AM CST


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