In A Tailspin

I did not like my inside attitude today. It was frustrated and angry.

The cottonwood trees have been dropping their fluff fronds full of seeds. Because my hound loves to crunch, she had been eating them, which is toxic to her tummy.

Which means I can no longer let her outside in the yard unsupervised. Which means I have to keep her on a leash during potty time.

We are both upset about this. She shows it to me by second-guessing my desires and cowering.

I hate that because it gives me a complex – as if I have been beating her. This arrangement also stirs up memories of when we were homeless.

And the bones I bought from the store to bake for the dogs for their chewing were rotten. It vexes me greatly when my efforts are “for nothing.”

I need supports that I can count on. It sometimes seems that they get blown away by the wind.