7:30 am. 7 degrees.

It must be a mid-life crisis. I’m 36 and was ready to break into tears all day. Not even sure why. Didn’t help when I told the guys we need to be better about making sure we don’t end up with a lot of extra when feeding because going back through the kennel to dish out food can cause fights. And of course a fight almost happens, but still feel like no one is listening to me.

I re-grouped by going through poop (my excuse to pet all the dogs). They always know when I’m feeling down, so got extra kisses and the spastic dogs were surprisingly well behaved. Nice to see. Kris gave me the day off, I think because he could see my frustrations. Good to know he can read people as well as dogs.

As for the tears, who knows. I am 36. My sister is going to get married next year and I’ve never been in a relationship over six months. There’s the thought that living alone for the rest of my life might not be a bad thing, but there’s also the thought that I would like to have a family, have someone to share things with. As for now, it’s me and the dogs.

My precious dogs decided to roll on a dead skunk, so snuggling her is not as pleasurable as usual. Today I’m in search of my positive energy!