The thought actually crossed my mind this morning that it might be better to quit blogging than to fight the frequent frustration of doing it on a computer that constantly throws up roadblocks. Maybe it could completely squelch the urge, you know? Could happen! But I expect it’s possible to get used to this and soon find it no problem at all. So I’ll quit bitching now. Promise.
Sadie Rambunctious Doodle knocked me down again yesterday out in the yard. I got up hurting and angry, and gave her a tongue-lashing. She slinked/slunk/slank away in shame. I hope she starts paying frickin’ attention before I break a hip. That’s twice this winter that she’s bowled me over and I guess one way to look at it is that at age 58 I can still fall down without doing damage, and that’s a good thing.
Goddamn dogs, goddamn kids, goddamn computers!
That said, we sure love her. She’s so sweet, as are most dogs, that one can’t help it. She’s the most cuddlicious furry beast ever. We let her into the porch to eat and she’d rather bask in our attention than fill her belly. Her size and strength and pure enthusiasm are almost dangerous. I have to make her wait till I get sat down before allowing her to snuggle up, otherwise heaven knows what might happen. She’s definitely a very large pup, still. I hope she won’t be the death of me.