Slogging through the Slough of Despond

Last night there was a knock on the bedroom door. When I answered Josh asked if I could have a friend. it was what he always said when Rocco wanted in and the door was closed. This time when he opened it, in came Bella. Josh and I only looked at each other, then he smiled and closed the door. I, however dissolved into tears but Had to shove my face into a pillow because the husband, when he walked into my craft room and found me in tears, told me that i had to stop, that it was ridiculous and I better go see a mental health professional.

Needless to say, the pillow got soaked and snotty and the poor little cat was beside herself purring and rubbing and trying to soothe. Eventually I pulled myself together and snuggled with the cat for a bit until she took up her post at the end of the bed where she promptly fell asleep, snoring like a lumberjack. Who thought such a sound could come out of such a little cat.

I've made a clear path in the craft room from door to desk and Ollie followed that path half a dozen times last night, I guess to see if the path worked, or he couldn't believe that there was a path, or he thought he had to use the path before it disappeared once more under an avalanche of stuff. He's also started working on the huge bone but I did go out today to get him more manageable chews. He looked so sad when I left that it nearly broke my heart. I certainly could not bring him into the office. He DOES NOT like going anywhere in the car and with the way Rocco reacted when I tried to get him down the office stairs, Ollie might have ended up with a heart attack. Maybe the chews will help.

One of the sons' friends came by the other day and I heard him call Ollie the lone ranger and how sad it was. This is the same guy that, once we knew the worst, would bring the dogs some jerky each time he visited. He also called Rocco, during the last presidental election, Rocco Bama and asked if he was running for president.

So there it is. Not much happening here in the Slough of Despond. Maybe we'll get snow tonight. Snow always makes me happy and I need a good dose of happy.