PuddleMonkey

I hate how much depression has invaded my life during the last six months. I have no patience and blow my fuse really quickly, particularly with Dozer. Today Shawn and I packed up the puppies and drove to the Springs to spend Easter with his family, and by the end of the day I wanted to kill Dozer. We’d only been in the house for about three hours when he peed in my mother-in-law’s bedroom. I took him outside, he immediately attacked Bear and then took off running like a prisoner who just broke out of jail. He also attacked Bonnie, the in-law’s Scottie, when Shawn tried to give her a piece of ham. I had to fight with all my energy the urge not to smack him in the nose. Unfortunately, I could not resist the desire to complain to Shawn, “I just can’t do this anymore. I’m not a dog person,” which, of course, puts Shawn is a very difficult position. I think he understands that I’m just screaming without thinking, but, still, I wish I could find the strength to control myself, keep my mouth shut and just let my frustrations pass.

And I broke the “w” key on my new powerbook. I suck.