I’ve been in sort of a melancholy mood. My get up and go has got up and went, if you know what I mean.
I can’t quite put my finger on what is wrong. Is it the weather? Is it my Lupus? Is it old age – no wait it can’t be that! I’m still young. Is it the end of summer blues? Heck, who knows. I just know I’ve not been myself lately.
There is one reason why I’m in a stewing, not so great, mood, but I’m not able to put that into words yet. I’m still sorting through it in my own mind. If I would put my feelings in words right now, I would come across as a very selfish, uncaring person. And I’m really not that way. I promise – I’m not selfish or uncaring. So, that post will wait until I come to terms with how things are. (Got ya wondering now, don’t I….)
Another creature who is not at all himself is my little Chihuahua, Whiskey. Whiskey is a very aggressive little demon. I finally gave up buying him toys because he becomes very possessive of them and then proceeds to tear them up within days. I swear he has shark teeth.
I relented last week, though. I happened on to this cute little giraffe toy and bought it. So what if it is a few dollars down the drain. Right? Imagine my surprise when Whiskey took to that toy like no other – in a good way! He sleeps with it. He carries it with him when he comes snuggle with us on the couch. He hasn’t made a single move towards ripping its head off yet. And to top that off – he shares it! I can take giraffey toy from him and smooch on it and then hand it back and he is ok with it! What’s up with that! This demon dog has taken my head off for much less transgressions.
And he posed with it for me. Whiskey is a quite the camera hound. He loves to get his picture taken. So, here he is – demon dog and toy.