Monday, April 29, 2013
I have been feeling rather "blue" lately; combination of too many gray days, my father's death, and my own psyche. Crying hasn't helped. Eating hasn't helped. Talking with my sister hasn't helped. Not even ice cream has helped.
Today...a miracle...in the shape of a huge Newfie head and a lap full of slobbers! My younger daughter recently adopted a rescued Newfoundland and named him Baloo because he's as big as a bear. For the most part, Baloo, has ignored me unless I'm the only one home and he needs to "go out".
But today, Baloo walks over to where I'm sitting (crying) in the recliner, places his giant head in my lap, looks up at me with his big brown eyes......and slobbers all over my lap. For the first time in weeks, I laugh. This causes Baloo to rub his black, wet, furry face all over my chest as if trying to tickle me. More laughter...more slobbers.
To keep from drowning, Baloo and I took a long walk in the sunshine. I think this could be the beginning of something wonderful.