The Dog Lady Blog

It's almost 9:30 pm and I'm ready to collapse. In addition to my usual chores and activities, I've been awake, more or less, since one o'clock this morning. You see, we had visitors last night; evidently one of my dogs put up fliers inviting all local raccoons and foxes to come to my vegetable garden for a late party. Around 12:30 am the fun began and by daybreak part of my fence was down as the dogs played campus police and broke up the wildlife frat party. Rather than blow my brains out from frustration--the barking, baying and howling went on ALL night--I got up, put "Amadeus" in the DVD player, cranked up the volume and layed back in my bed, irritable from fatigue.

I dozed here and there and dreamed in vignettes but the main scenario was about Mozart...in my dream he wanted to adopt Max, my white German shepherd. Mozart came to my place to meet the dogs but he saw a spider and screamed, spooking all of my dogs, especially Max, who took off and ended up at my dry cleaners (don't ask me; dreams are weird). I yelled at Wolfgang for scaring Max and as I jumped in my truck to go pick him up, I told Wolfie to go home and 'call me later'...I couldn't even rest in my dreams! Once I got up this morning, celebrating the moments of my life with a cup of Cafe Vienna instant coffee, I got a call from a young couple who wanted to adopt Max. Was the dream I had a few hours earlier a premonition or not? They came out today but also liked about six other dogs, too. I suggested they go home, reacquaint themselves with all my dogs listed on my petfinder site and come back Sunday to finally decide.

The day wore on and here we are now. Right now even my bones are tired. I worked my tail off all day and into the evening and this weather is nasty. I tried to reset my fence that the canine barbarians took down but forgot to insulate myself with Deep Woods Off. Again I was fodder for bloodsucking insects and now I suffer and scratch. Or try to scratch. Too tired. I'm going to bed and I swear if they pull this malarkey again tonight, I'm going up the road to the hotel and getting a room for the night. My only cure seems to be a double dose of benadryl. Ah, my ever
effective friend, diphenhydramine. With my allergies, that and an Epi-Pen are my sentinels.