The everyday big picture is often fraught with life hurdles; work, health, personal…the usual that blocks our life path in a million different ways.  It’s easy to get stuck hyper-focusing on the seemingly insurmountable issues.  I know it.  I’ve been there and continue to do it no matter how many lectures I give myself. Some days though I find success in laughing at the little picture which helps me to buffer my awareness of larger events.

Welcome to our pup.  The dog who makes me crave the big issues because her little issues are unendingly exhausting and yes, children I still find her…somewhat adorable.

Mayhem, my new name for our over-active pup, is on three weeks of no exercise, due to a leg injury.  Imagine what it is like to live with a creature that craves, needs, and must have movement and yet said creature is only allowed to walk to the water bowl, food bowl and outside to go to the bathroom?

Miserable, is the lightest word I can come up with.

Day one…Mayhem wakes up at five a.m. and wants to play.  We put her on the bed where she proceeds to pounce on us, drool on our faces and bark until we get up.

She then sits/dances/bounces at my feet while I painstakingly put on my mascara.  I’m close to leaving on time for work when I feel it.  I have to sneeze.  Wet mascara and sneezes don’t work.  Nor does pinching the bridge of one’s nose.  It hurts though.  I sneeze mightily and manage to ring my eyelids and upper cheekbones with mascara.  I finally convince Mayhem that she really wants to go in the crate with her favorite chew toys.

I leave for work ten minutes late.

Traffic is scary with motorcyclists attempting to become instant organ donors as they barrel in and out of traffic.

My headphones give me a cold headache because they sat outside in my car overnight.  It feels like ice cubes are being shoved into my ears.

I stop to get coffee because I need it.  I dribble the first and next sip onto my blouse and slacks.

I trip walking up the steps to work, spilling more coffee.

The inside door is locked.  I put everything down and root around for my office keys.  Everything spills out of my purse.

When I put my key into the lock, someone opens the door from the inside and I almost fall.

I decide that maybe three weeks at home entertaining Mayhem may be easier than trying to get to work.

 

 

Mayhem (Izzy) at six weeks