If Only.

Saturday
21:33 hours
Dogs sleeping.....

A little less irritable, a tad bit more sane. Tired, I still am.

I thought of blondie today as I was driving, thanking God for this wonderful gem in my life. Yes, he does have 1% of dogs that he does not take on well to but for the 99%, he is cool about them as they are affectionate to me. I am amazed by how the other dogs take on to him and my new joke is that dogs have to take cue numbers to be with him. I-kid-you-not. His calm persona somehow attracts the dogs... strange phenomenon. And that... I consoled myself, I did something right with him.

Driving is the time for thinking and reflecting. It is an addictive habit with thoughts dictated by the songs over the radio. But these days, somehow, there are added background music compliments of the whinies and the barkies. Then I shake my head in resignation and start dreaming of some escapade with blondie. If only...

If only... money wasn't an issue.
If only... Flapper could live as long as I live but at human aging pace, not doggie years.
If only... we could live in the big wide out there somewhere with lush greens and the sea.
If only... there are....
If only... I have...

Then it is back to reality tv.