MONDAY, MONDAY

MONDAY, MONDAY. AS THE SONG GOES. I FEEL BLUE AND ALONE. GARY AND THE KIDS WENT BACK TO WORK AND SCHOOL. I SIT HERE ALONE IN THE HOUSE WITH MY CAT, SNUGGLES. I WISH SHE WAS A BARKING LARGE DOG. SHE DOES HAVE A WEIRD CAT LIKE BACK, AS WELL AS SAYING HELLO, GO OUT AND FOOD. I SWEAR IT'S ANIMAL FARM RELIVED. I HAVE BEEN READING RACHEL FULLER'S WEB SITE AND I THINK I NEED A DOG AGAIN IN MY LIFE. THE PROBLEM IS HOLIDAYS. WE ARE ALWAYS GOING HERE AND THERE. BECAUSE OF FAMILY THINGS AND WHO THINGS. GOD I MUST REALLY LOVE BOTH OF THEM! RACHEL HAS SHOWN ALL THESE RESCUE BORDER COLLIES. THERE WONDERFUL DOGS AND ADORABLE. WAY BACK IN THE LATE 60-EARLY 70'S, I HAD A SHETLAND SHEEPDOG NAMED BARON VAN KIPPUR, KNOWN AS KIPPUR. WE GOT HIM BEFORE THE DAY OF YOM KIPPUR. THE JEWISH DAY OF ATONEMENT. HE WAS SO SMART. ALMOST TOO SMART. THEN I HAD GORDON, MY MOST BEAUTIFUL GORDON SETTER. I THINK HE THOUGHT HE WAS MY BOYFRIEND. HE WOULD GET INTO MY BED AND LAY NEXT TO ME WITH HIS PAWS ON MY BACK, AS LOVERS DO. HE WAS SUCH A LOVE. I WOULD GET STOPPED IN THE ROAD AND ASKED ABOUT HIM. THAN THERE WAS FLASH. OUR RESCUE GREYHOUND AND OUR BABY. HE EVEN HAD A MATTRESS FROM HARRODS. HE HAD A PINT OF MILK FOR BREAKFAST, A TUNA OR HAM SANDWICH FOR LUNCH AND DINNER WAS BUTCHER'S CHOICE AND EVERYTHING ELSE THAT WE HAD FOR TEA. WHEN WE WENT AWAY GARY'S PARENTS LOOKED AFTER HIM. HE EVEN HAD HIS OWN NIGHT LIGHT AT THEIR HOUSE, SO HE WOULDN'T HAVE TO SLEEP IN THE DARK. WHEN, I HAD MY MANY MISCARRAIGES HE UNDERSTOOD AND KEPT CLOSE TO MY SIDE. HE EVEN CRIED WHEN I CRIED. HE WAS ALMOST HUMAN. THE PHONE JUST RANG,ACTUALLYTWICE. MY CLOSE FRIENDS ARE TRING TO LOOK AFTER ME. THEIR TRYING TO GET ME OUT FOR A COFFEE. MAYBE, IN A FEW DAYS I TOLD THEM. I NEED FOR THE BRUISES, THE PHYSICAL AND MENTAL ONES TO GO AWAY A LITTLE BIT MORE. I HAVE ALL THE VENETIAN BLINDS DRAWN MOST OF THE WAY, JUST ENOUGH FOR ME TO KEEP GUARD. I MUST SOUND SO PARANOID! GLAD A PCHYCHOTHERAPIST!