The hounds came back to visit this last week…
On Wednesday, last, the hounds broke through my window.
I woke to find one standing on my abdomen;
and a second one was raging down the hallways and ended up in the attic,
causing confusion and distress through the house.
I had to play sweet music to put them to sleep, then carried them out.
Today was going well until the hounds caught scent of cat;
any good behavior they had mustered, just ran away.
I’ll never figure out why the cat tempts them the way she does,
swishing her tail and walking slowly along the porch rail.
Doesn’t she know that provokes their bad behavior?
You can read more of their escapades [intlink id=”79″ type=”post”]here[/intlink].
This past month has been one where I’ve felt a little lost, even while I felt like I knew exactly where I was going. I did all the ‘right’ things; crossing all the T’s and dotting all the I’s but I felt a little empty and inadequate at the end of every day. Too much on my plate and no brakes to say ‘no.’ I was sorry every week to miss the opportunity to say ‘Hey’ to you guys.