The Other Dog

I have two black dogs at the mo. This one is doing great. (I love her. A LOT. She works ..well...like a dog! She is just fab!)

But the other one has me by the throat and is shaking me hard. I have tried to write it away here but I can't. I am overwhelmed, flea ridden with anxiety and already autumn is biting when my entire summer seems to have been spent in a hotel room in March.

I am out of whack, off colour, too blue. It keeps welling up ..salt water through my capillaries. Salination I believe.... If people ask me how I am, even in the queue at post office...tears rise up and make me blink. Most embarrassing. With the constant leaking I am beginning to rust.

Meeeooowww. I miss old friends. I miss my colur vision. I miss my cats Pyewacket, Milligan and Small cat who I had to leave behind in Zambia. I miss romance. I miss my old Daewoo. I miss not missing shit.

But I know this is just 'seasonal adjustment.' I don't do well in the upcoming dark and cold and this is the equivalent of winter PMS. Pre Murky Season Syndrome. Plus it has been hard to stay up beat and perky these last few months. And now a reaction to 'perk' is natural. I will be back to my old self shortly.

In the meantime here are a couple more pictures of the mutt to make you smile whilst I locate mine again.

I WILL be back shortly!!