My dog is ecstatic to wake up.

I am not sure if she is greeting the day or her pack that she has not seen in hours of sleep. But whatever the reason, She is a humbling sight in the morning.

She stretches one way then the other,

grabs a toy, a sock, or whatever is handy

& marches down the hallway -

Rear end swishing back and forth, ears crinkled.

She sometimes performs a spin in the living room -

a kind of slow paced wag around in a circle - nothing too fast.

It is morning after all.

& she always stops to greet the cat who gives her an apathetic stare at best.

Then she continues on - sashaying her way to the back door where she drops whatever object she's been holding to wait patiently until a thumbed one turns the handle. She then heads to the back yard with a jaunty step.

And I.... I stumble behind her..

bleary eyed and cloudy headed.

& I can't help but wonder where exactly she goes at night that she is so damn happy to be back in the morning! Does she astrally project to some land far far away?

I mean, she sleeps with us. She, myself, my husband and sometimes the cat all snuggled somewhat awkwardly in bed. The night is often spent just re-arranging our positions to accommodate hers or vice-versa.

So, she has to know that no one has gone anywhere.

Truthfully, I think this is just another lesson she is trying to teach me.

Be joyful.

It's a new day. A new opportunity for....

I don't know!! Anything really!

Greeting the day with a wag sets a much better mindset than grudgingly stumbling into it.

I tend to look at the morning with a SOSDD(same old shit different day) kind of attitude.

Bella sees.....
A NEW DAY!!!! 


NEW STUFF!!!!! 


YAY!!!!!!!

& this is yet another reason why I want to be like my dog when I grow up.

Dr. Sad

There is a psychologist at my workplace.
He comes to speak with the residents.
They discuss feelings of loss, adjustment to change & whatnot.

He is very sad.

He is also kind of frumpy & a bit dumpy.
He sports a Walmart shirt & knock off Hagar pants on his chubby frame.
Oversized glasses slide down his pudgy nose.
He resembles a fat, sad old dog at the pound who just knows that no one is ever going to adopt him.

This psychologist took the place of another.
She was a real “It” girl: a hot poly-Asian babe who dressed smartly to say the least.
She always looked as if she had raided a super model’s closet & ordered her accessories directly from Vogue magazine.

Everyone loved her – Dr. T.

She opened a private practice & has no time for the institutionalized elderly.
She specializes in sex therapy.
She & her new clients discuss loss of libido & adjustment to same.

Everyone misses Dr. T.

I don’t think anyone knows the sad psychologist’s name.

We just call him Dr. Sad.

Sometimes he dozes off while doing paper work.
Sometimes his clients doze off in the middle of a sentence.

He moves as though he has lost everything important to him, but still has to trudge through the rest of his days.
As do his clients.

He is non-descript, easy to overlook & ignore.
As are his clients.

Maybe they are meant for each other.