Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Red Hot & Senile
My dog has lost her mind. Seriously. I think she's getting senile. She's just doing ... bizarre stuff. She's old -- a hell of a lot older than I am (in dog years, of course), so I suspect that's the crux of it right there. Schedules, for example, are becoming impossible. She sleeps all day -- until she decides not to. She refuses to adhere to her normal potty schedule, forcing me to take her out in the dark at night. After sleeping all day, she paces all evening and refuses to lie down 'til I go to bed. And she won't sleep in her bed; instead, she's sleeping on the floor in front of the front door. I'm about to lose my mind, too, trying to figure out her increasingly bizarre behavior, not to mention the mountain of other bizarre stuff I have to deal with. Life is just -- bizarre. Including my new upstairs neighbor, who I'm probably going to end up throwing a hissy fit at. And not just because he looks like Charlie Manson.
You don't want to know the last time I had a red hot anything, but it's still Hump Day. Enjoy!