The pointless ramblings and obscure humor of an over-worked, off-beat, performer-writer-teacher.

 

Back From the Depths

I’ve been in a kind of writer’s slump funk lately.  It hasn’t been that I haven’t had anything to write about.  I just can’t seem to sit down and get into it.  I think the problem is that I got dangerously  close to finishing a short story to solicit around.  It seems that when ever I get to that point, I panic and end up in a funk.

 

It’s been too long to finish the vacation log; although I’m sure there are some things I could mention.  GoldDog died while we were on vacation.  He got out while my nephews and niece were feeding the dogs and got hit by a car.  His spine was broke and the vet said he experienced no pain.

 

The weird thing is that part of me was a little relieved.  I think I was relieved because he’d not been well lately.  His seizures seemed to be getting worse; although, I’m not entirely sure because he tended to go to his “hiding” place in the yard when he had one.  But he was acting like his thought process was being affected, almost like he had the dog version of Alzheimer’s.   .  He’d quit chasing birds, and consequently they’d invaded our yard by the dozens.  He’d be playing in the yard, and then all of a sudden just act confused.  A couple of days before school was out, he got out in the front, down the street, and wouldn’t come back when my wife called him, even wandering out into the busy road a couple of blocks from our house, acting confused.  This was very unlike him, he always came when he was called and never went out of the yard without a leash.  I’m sure it was the same confusion and wandering that led to his death; he was hit on that same busy road he’d wandered into a few weeks earlier.

 

Cocoa was a little depressed for a while.  She’s never been an only dog, but at the same time, she’s always been the “puppy” of the yard, accepting the dogs who’d raised her, but never allowing another dog in “her” yard.  So for now, she’s an only dog because we’re worried about how she would respond to a new dog.  It’s a good thing she’s more of an inside dog than the other two we’ve had.  Writing about he right now made me let her in.  (She still is an outside dog, but enjoys the occasional inside privilege.)  She’s confused tonight because I spent the whole day cleaning the house and she doesn’t know where the mess in the kitchen is.  So, she’s wandering around trying to find it.

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