Once again...

I am wondering what in the hell is going on with this blog. It needs to transform somehow because I have somehow transformed. Being a therapist means you can't talk about work, though I suppose I can talk about issues. But I do that all day. All day.

I think I have temporarily lost my sense of humor--excised--the removal of a humor tumor. The wound hasn't healed and my comic equilibrium is still face-down on the floor--drunk with reality and change. And ridiculous analogies. Desperate attempts to regrow the humor tumor.

I'm bored.

Maybe I won't be bored later.

But it's true that I might be.

I guess I'll deal with it then.

Atty

Atticus hanging out with mama today...he's been pulling out his fur since Rooney died, but it's getting better.

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Petey is enjoying this beautiful weather...it's been so hot and humid lately, but today was in the mid 80's with low humidity...ahhhhhhhh. Pepper is running around so much I can't get a good picture of her! I can always count on the hound to hang out for a photo-op.

Too hot

Smidget says it's too hot! Sheesh!

over-the-shoulder-beagle-holder...

I took this picture by holding my phone over my shoulder. Petey is such a mess! He was running upthe stairs this morning with a cat poo in his mouth. He smells like Fritos too...guess it's bathtime...