bayoulady's Journal

Well, this is harder than I figured. My dog went everywhere in my house with me, and out in the yard with me to work on my flowers(she couldn't stay out long in the heat recently  though). She followed me to bed at night, always getting her bone first, and like going to bed on her cushion was a favored ritual--she did the same thing if I took a Sunday nap. I miss my dog. It was so hard on her toward the end.  I believe we did the only thing I could. Still wow, it hurts.

I seem like I am totally powerless to achieve at work. Parents are hard to reach--road construction is slowing me down, and the hideous heat. And yesterday, my IPhone wouldn't work. Its only a  couple of months old.

Bayou