So here I am, sitting down to write about pulling the weeds out of my Butterfly Garden yesterday because I found it so peaceful to do. I mean, really. Who’d have thought that a person could actually enjoy pulling dandelions out, but I did.
I was GOING to write about how you need to find things to do that bring you peace. Things you find enjoyable and calming and relaxing.
What I’m GOING to write about, however, is the fact that the most brain dead dog on the planet went out and dug up my herbs. Yeah, that’s right. He’s STUPID and he dug up my stuff and I’m PISSED! I hate that dog. I’ve never liked him from the moment he came here, and yet I get to deal with his most retarded antics on a constant basis.
This is how it happens though, right? We all know it. This is how we create the shittiest days. We start with one thing that pisses us off or makes us feel bad and we wallow in it, sometimes for the entire day. I don’t want to have Bandit still digging up my herbs 12 hours from now in my head. I don’t want to carry that with me for the whole day.
I want to go have lunch with Alan and hear about his trip to D.C. and get my camera back. I want to upload all his pictures and look at them with him and hear about everything. I don’t want Bandit, digging up my herbs while I’m there trying to focus.
How dumb would it be to allow a dog to ruin an entire 24 hours for me? It didn’t even take me that long to put the stupid raised bed in in the first place. I guess I’ll just go out and repair the damage. There’s got to be a way to keep him out of there without murdering him or finding him a new home. (grumbles… stupid effin dog…)
M-u-s-t m-o-v-e o-n. Grrr… but I’m still mad. And I’mma go out there to fix it and when I’m repairing it, I’mma be more mad.
Ok, I gotta break it down…
Bandit is a dumb dog. He’s not especially smart or talented or seemingly conscious. He’s your run of the mill, dumb as a rock, lick happy mutt. He wasn’t trying to be rude. He just digs holes. Because he’s an asshole. No. _sigh_ Because he’s a dog. And if I ran him on the bike more, he wouldn’t feel the need to dig.
It can’t be all my fault! Even if he didn’t dig, he’d still want to nose around. How can I teach him to stay out without having a freaking fence around it?
To be fair…. I’m only assuming it was him. I didn’t actually SEE him do it. And he left it alone all day yesterday. Didn’t even go near it. I saw it this morning. He’d been out, without Abby (he’s most destructive alone) for about 10 minutes. I saw the damage, and know him, and assumed he’d done it.
Maybe it wasn’t him. Maybe it was those stupid raccoons. They used to come up to the house and dig in the potted plants on the front porch. It’s been a couple years since I’ve seen a raccoon in the yard, but they DO have a history of digging in loose, fertile dirt.
Okay, I’ll repair the damage and just figure out a way to protect it instead of being mad at the dumb dog.
Man… I actually feel better now. Much calmer. When I started writing, I was seething. I mean, seriously. I woke up late today due to lack of restorative sleep. Then I tried to slowly wake up with my cup of coffee while the kids argued with each other and did everything except the things they were supposed to be doing. Then I FINALLY get them and Mike out the freaking door, and a hushed silence falls over the house.
I think that maybe it’ll be a nice day after all and decided to write about weeding in peace before I go DO some. I looked out the window on my way by (still in my robe even) and saw the gaping hole where my oregano had been…. seething.
But this is it. I’m leaving it here. I didn’t see him. I don’t know for sure. Staying super angry will only ruin the rest of my day instead of just my early morning. Yeah, early morning. I won’t even take it through the rest of my morning. (grumbles about stupid effin raccoons)
_sigh_ So I suppose focusing on a solution and allowing for the uncertain is better feeling than how I started. I don’t feel that angry knot in my stomach about it now. Now I feel mostly just mildly annoyed.
I’m heading to a local greenhouse this morning to see what I can find for tomato plants and to take a gander at any other veggies I might find. They’ll all be safe because they’ll be hidden away in MY greenhouse (Thank you Mike). That makes me happier :)
Okay, I’m good. I feel much better. (dumb dog..) _sigh_ I’m human. Thank God(dess)!
Today’s affirmation~ I choose to find joy and peace in this day. *Clouds clear outside suddenly and the sun shines through patio door on me all dramatic like* LOL I love life.
Have a blessed day. I’m going to.
~OxOxx ∞
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