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This entry deals with two issues , one is a bit of rant and one is a bit of a rave.   First the rant.  I live in a new development, a much sought after suburban dreamland. You know the....

"paved paradise and put up parking lot” kind with no mature or even “teenager” trees , the kind that displaces rabbits and deer so we find them confused in our backyards. The land of milk and honey where everyone has big fat mortgages and at least two large cars in the glossy ,stamped concrete driveway ?  Now for those of you who know me .... which is my giant list of 4 followers of this blog ........ you know that this is right up my alley .  I hate big trees, old houses, living near businesses owned by local people and walking to get groceries , a good cup latte and the like. Hate it ! Gross ! And I am no champion of environmental living. Seriously , screw the environment !  In my sprawling development, we have 2 schools and 2 more even larger ones are being built.  Not many of the people here work in my fair city . They work in the promised land of economic success to the East of us .  But I love my home, I love that my daughter can walk to school and I love love love that my dear friends are close by. Here is the heart of my issue . Every day these very important people, who are driving alone in their big cars, zoom down my street to get to the beloved 401 at about 80 km .  My street is a main artery in the development.  I have almost been hit a number of times as I try to take the dog for a walk , or as I try to turn in or out of the driveway. The very important people with blue ray apparatus sticking out of their ears  are very impatient.  I am thinking they must be neurosurgeons who just got a page that they must get to the operating room ASAP !  Maybe they are even giving medical instructions into the thing sticking in their ear ! Maybe they are rocket scientists who are about to make a big contribution to the Canadian branch of NASA . ( do we even have one ) Anyway ... they must be off to somewhere very very pressing .  I mean the alternative is unthinkable  right ? That they are just self important assholes racing to the pre-401  Tim Horton’s drive through line so that they can grab their sub par coffee before they get on the big road that will lead them to their hamster wheels ?  Naaaah ...... for sure they are neurosurgeons and next time I should really get the hell out the way !    End Rant .

Issue Two

Never thought I would be one of those people who wrote about their love for their dog . Ick. Never . As I became a dog owner fairly recently  (11 months ago ) I did know about the whole dog love thing.  I had heard about it though. I mean why do they have guide dogs instead of guide cats, working dogs to help support all members of society . Not cats, hamsters, ferrets, or Geckos. Never really thought about it . Well this past 10 days or so I got sick . Really sick . Unfortunately I waited way to long to get to a doctor and by the time I got there I was a crying snotty barely walking on my own pathetic mess ! ( I was the only one in the waiting room that had  was made to put on a mask !) Turns out I had both Strep and a very bad Sinus infection.     I can barely remember 3 or 4 days of this .         I know in comparison to what many face this is nothing.     But it is the sickest I have ever been . At one point I was so dizzy I fell in my kitchen and have the nice bruise to prove it .  I felt like my head was going to explode . The pain was crazy and even a very very powerful narcotic pain killer that I will not mention (oxicontin) would not touch it .

My dog (pictured above) whom I must admit I have adored since I first spied him at the breeders, would not leave my side. For 24 hours a day every single day he curled up right beside me .... his bum nestled into my back . Every now and then he would come to lick my face to make sure I knew he was there . He would not budge. Even though I could give back nothing at this time . He was not getting walked , not getting let out on a regular basis and not getting any loving tummy rubs or treats  from me at all .  But he stayed .  I have to tell you that my two cats could not have a given a rats ass if I lived or died. I remember at one point one of them coming to the side of the bed and screaming at me to be fed . So there it is my 4 followers/readers of this  blog....I have become one of those disgusting dog people . But now I get it . Oscar loves me and he knows when I am not myself. He knows when to offer love and companionship and lets it prevail over his own needs .  It amazed me I must say .  I am so thankful for my little dog .