Doggerel and our dog-girl

Today I coughed up something green
with something of a puce-ish sheen
the meanest green I've ever seen
I thought that I had burst my spleen!

I took me to the doctor quick
"look" I said and he said "ick!"
then mentioned to my husband Dick
"I think your wife is very sick."

"Oh no!" said Dick, "oh, woe" said he
"Now who will cook and clean for me?
and wash my socks and underwear?
What will I do with no wife there?
this all is more than I can bear!
Mother didn't teach me how to cook
she only taught me how to look
for someone who would do for me
the things which had been done by she."

Apologies are due to my husband, Richard Schear, who has been cooking and cleaning (and taking fabulous photos) for the last few years while I walked around in ever-diminishing circles half the time, and slept the other half. 

Fortunately, I am coming out of that fog and heading toward returning to the me I know I should be.

The blog posts of my friend Yamini are very helpful in that regard, as are those of many others—you know who you are.

So, after the doggerel we have, as promised, the dog...
Lindy, when she first came home with us, and who didn't waste any time at all deciding who she loves best...here she is, looking out the window to see her daddy come home.

 Ditto below, waiting at the door

for him to come in from the car.

It didn't take any time at all before she decided she'd take the best place to sit, although she did more sleeping than sitting.