Even Good Dogs Get the Blues

I've had it! That's what I said to my poor dog after coming back from the vet with the cat, after working a long, long day for "the man." I just wanted to eat ice cream from the container. And that's what I did. Ben & Jerry's Cherry Garcia. Now I'm bloated and disgusting feeling.

Cup of coffee is at the ready because now I begin my night job of writing. And it's going well and feeling good. I've managed to turn the ship back to shore. I'm halfway to the end and I think (crosses fingers) that I know how to get there.

Here's the pup on a Monday morn. He knew there was a better way than rushing out the door. He's proving the theory of inertia. God Bless him!