Thank you all

Thanks to the people who responded, both publicly and privately. I'm a bit overwhelmed.

Last night after I went to bed, I was going over my day thinking that I would put this in the blog or that in the blog. Then I remembered that I shut it down because I didn't have anything to say.

I guess I'll give it another go. Maybe in the midst of a depression episode isn't the best time to decide anything.

Yesterday I got my Peticure (warning...loud commercial on site) in the mail. I had been waiting impatiently for it because Professor's claws were horrendously long. So long that Animal Cops would have intervened if they had seen them. Okay...maybe not quite that long. But long.

I kid you not, as soon as I got the box, he went and hid in his bed. Now, his bed is sacrosanct and we don't interfere with him at all while he's there so I had to wait until he came out. That was fine because I had to put it together and read the directions first.

Finally he came out and I let him outside to relieve himself first. I didn't really want puppy wee all over me while trying to sand down the claws of a hysterical 7 pound dog. The minute I picked him up, he knew what was afoot (so to speak). He was struggling, fighting me trying to get away while I tried to soothe him. Finally he stopped long enough for me to get one nail. Then he tried to bite me.

Bless his heart, he never puts any heart into it. He just places his teeth around my finger without any pressure at all, but I knew if it had come to that, he was in stress so I spent a few minutes just calming him down.

Long story short...I got it all done and by the time I was on the last foot, he was in resignation, just waiting for me to get done. But he sure wasn't going to be speaking to me again any time soon.

He spent the evening in his bed, safe from the evil dremel lady (it looks like a dremel tool with a plastic guard on it to keep the nails from getting yanked out of the foot.) Late last night, though, I felt someone trying to get under the covers and there he was. Making up.

He's still a bit gunshy around me but he's coming to me for affection and food, of course.

And I started the second sock of a pair of generic winter socks I was knitting in the early spring, before I switched over to baby yarn and cotton. I made it as far as turning the heel and knitting down the decreases when I discovered I hadn't followed the 3X5 ribbing pattern down the instep so I just used a crochet hook to fix it rather than tink back.

Black yarn. In a dimly lit room.

It took a while, but not nearly as long as if I had tinked back so I figure I'm ahead of the game, even if it doesn't look all that sharp. It will even out once I wash it.

Well, I will close once again this time with deepest gratitude to those who responded so postively. Next time I have those moments when I feel like a failure, I'll come back and read the responses and remember that someone out there does like me.

TTFN