Been here in the house minus my wife this week. She's been in Tennessee seeing after her mother in her convalescence during her spring break. I'm not too used to her being away...I'm usually the one gone if one of us has to be.....or we're usually together. I think the last time she went off and left me fending for my bad self was perhaps the mid-nineties.

I've learnt a few things this week. My dog definitely prefers Cathy. She truly just tolerated me while she pined away faithfully on the landing at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for her return, scattering a whimper here, a whine there from out of nowhere. I tried to take her several times on walks this week, with me on roller blades and her tagging along....all for her, to get her "out" and get exercise. It was akin to dragging the beast to the vet. I think once we got going, it felt like she was doing it for my benefit. She comes around me only for sustenance and evacuation of her bowels. I feel like I'm being used.


I guess she sees it better than I.....I'm just not my best without m'ladee.