TOUCH

The weather has been depressing all damp and dreary for the last 2 weeks. It's affecting the folks I see every day. Me, the mold spores are making my brains feel smothered, (I can't think straight) my hair is a frizzy mess, (can't do a damn thing with it), my nose is running, my back aches, and I'm a tad depressed myself. I so need a huge dose of vitamin d (SUNSHINE). Well it's affecting the critters at my house as well. Cidney the mastiff at 1:30 this morning was having a needy moment. I woke to her moaning and groaning by my side of the bed. God forbid if she were to go to Ken's side, hell he wouldn't hear her anyway. I roll out thinking she needs outside. OOO-NO..... she wants touched. This is a daily routine with her. You have to be touching her and if you stop... well she will paw and annoy  you tell you touch her. So I sit by her on the floor for a few minutes, then end up laying on the floor with her tell I thought she was asleep so I could sneak back into bed. The minute I moved she woke up and flung her leg on me as if to say, "Where the hell you going? Don't stop touching me I need U." So I layed back beside her and fell asleep myself. I woke up an hour later and couldn't move so I climbed back into bed (silently) and made sure my leg hung off the bed to still be touching her. So this morning I'm all stiff and exhausted and Ken wakes up refreshed and ready to take on the world. I'll be making sure that won't happen next time and put the dog into bed with us. I'll get the sleep and Ken can have the backache. So this morning I go to give Cid some lovin and she disses me. Little turd. It's all about her time.