The Mother of All Funks

You guys, I'm not even going to lie, I've been in a funk lately. It's not like a 'lay in bed all day with the window shades drawn' kind of funk. It's more like a 'I went back to school for nothing, sit in a cube all day, and can't get pregnant to save my life, but still have to function like a normal human being' type of funk. A woe-is-me type of funk, I suppose.  In fact, I think I'm just now starting to recover from May, and May had its own completely separate issues. It was a pretty bad month for me. I can't even believe I'm saying this, but in many respects I feel like I wasted a whole month. That's completely against my New Year's resolution. Shame on me.

The main culprit, I think, was the cut on Moose's ear. It sounds completely dramatic, but one dime-sized cut on the inside tip of his ear caused a lot of stress and worry for me. Toward the end of April, Moose cut his ear. When it would start to heal and form a scab Moose would shake his head and break the scab open. This happened a gazillion times.  You might be surprised how much blood comes out of a dime-sized cut on a dogs ear. I'm talking murder scene quantities of blood splattered onto the walls in our house. I'm not kidding. It was ridiculous. I'll save the horror story for a Doug and Moose Monday, but seeing my Moose miserable (a normally happy-go-lucky lab) was difficult to say the least. And dealing with that much blood - painted on our walls at times - was a bit trying.