She's really sick; I could really suffer.
And then again, maybe she's not sick... after all, everyone called in sick to Hypocondriacs Anonymous!
Thank Dog for my four-legged friends!.
She lies on the couch, moans, sleeps and wallows, and I'm supposed to sit quietly nearby. Impossible! I whine, doze, fart, doze, whine, pace, whine some more and then she arises from the couch, drags herself to the door, wraps herself in puffy black coat, black scarf, black hat, black gloves and Sorels - mostly so she can remain anonymous I think. She doesn't like to be recognized in this state! I'm allowed out the lift 7 gate to pee for all of 90 seconds, and then she crawls back to the condo where drops her coat, scarf, hat and gloves by the door and crawls back to the couch where she hides out, curtains closed, surrounded by grant paperwork, tissue, tea cups and empty soup bowls - and let me tell you, soup does not a leftover leave!
The Telluride Crud sucks!
Thank Dog for my four-legged friends!.
Gratitude to my four-legged friends and their considerate Follies who, despite their errands, book clubs, Rotary meetings, workouts, domestic duties, houseguests, Skype dates, trips to the big city and all the other complications of being people, make me a priority. You Follies are the greatest! (And you Dog's aren't so bad either!)
Romo, sorry you weren't allowed to join us on the loop. It was cold though, and I know you wanted to get back to your sick Folly! How long's he been sick!?! Two weeks? Good Dog, that's a long time! Tell me is isn't so!
Moose, thanks for the memories - sorry you couldn't stay with me and whine and jones and drive Folly crazy instead of frollicking down valley with Allison.
Casey, the croisants and cinnamin rolls left some fabulous crumbs - though few and far between because they must have been the best Folly has ever eaten! The chowder must have been gourmet as I didn't even get to lick the bowl! The bone, however... eat your heart out!!!
And You, oh giddy one... Love is a many splendored thing! Who needs a Canine companion when the love bug bites!? Anytime you need a fix, you can come live with me - you're the best friend this Dog's ever known!
Meanwhile, Folly remains tangled and matted - unkempt - churning. She's smelly, moaning and groaning, dozing and wallowing, feeling sorry for herself, hacking, sweating, aching, and ignoring me...
The Telluride Crud Sucks!!!
