4 legged therapy

ah, the regret of writing a self-pitying post. it feels similar to the self loathing that accompanies waking up next to someone you don't remember meeting (minus the host of fears that go along with that gem of a situation).

at any rate, i'm feeling a little more grounded today. it's 73 degrees outside, and i spent almost an hour walking in Piedmont Park with coffeeshopgirl and this 4 legged pogo stick:

her name is dixie and she's my second dog-walking charge thus far in the attempt to make extra money while simultaneously trying to lift The Dark Cloud. she apparently likes to spend a lot of time upside down:

i have a fat cat (she's not big-boned, she's just big mouthed) that also spends a good portion of her day belly up. one time i tried to understand what was so great about it by getting down on the floor next to her, but all it did was make me dizzy.