Today I feel a little blue, down; whatever this feeling is I have today. Actually learned a new word which might fit; ennui, pronounced (an wee) means a feeling of listlessness and dissatisfaction. My ennui may be rooted in a dog problem.
I am a dog lover and have owned at least one or two dogs all my life until we moved to San Marcos. Having a smaller place with no fenced yard hasn't been conducive to having a dog. However, last week I convinced myself it was time, and found a Miniature Pincher at the shelter. Having just a tiny idea of what this breed was like, and thinking he was terribly cute, we brought him home. We bought a crate, (his cone wouldn't fit into it) a bed, (he hated it) toys, treats, and food.
The first night was terrible; he had kennel cough, a new wound from being neutered, and a constant desire to flee and find his real home. All he wanted to do was whine when he wasn't running. So the next day we took him to the vet and got a cone to keep him from biting himself, and antibiotic for the cough.
For the next five days, I punished my knees and hips by walking, walking, walking, and lost sleep every night because I was worried about him. Perhaps it was a sense of needing to survive that caused me to surrender him back to the shelter, but I did. The staff was totally understanding and sweet. They assured me he'd be given the rest of his antibiotic and would undoubtedly be readopted by younger people with a secure yard.
I realize now I do not need a dog to fill my time and aside from a prayer for him to find a good home, I don't think about him. I think my blues are coming from a Facebook response to my plight, actually three people I don't even know, who posted "Angry" emojis. Silly I know, but perhaps they can read this and see why I took the dog back. I also won't make any FB post public again!
