Bear and I being bored

ennui [ahn-wee] -noun
a feeling of utter weariness and discontent resulting from satiety or lack of interest; boredom

It was a terribly depressing weekend. I have no idea why. I have felt unbearably skitish since Friday. I do not want to be around anyone and yet I would love it if they gave me scratches. I cannot get comforatable anywhere and just find myself listing from place to place.

Saturday was fine, we spent most of the morning at the 4-legs park. It was kinda hot and I find I do not really like other dogs so I just wandered around and marked things. It is better than a walk around the block that’s for sure. Big-little-bro spent his time chasing after balls and play fighting with a boxer and basset hound. I had to break up the fight with the boxer, he was starting to take it too seriously. But all was well. Other than that I think I just slept… I just did not have the energy.

I hoped Sunday would be better. It was not. My two-legs made morning plans to go see something called Terminator with other two-legged beings. This meant that big-little-bro and I were just getting a walk around the block in the morning. (It was kinda cold out that morning so maybe it was for the best) When he came back this is how he found me, lying in the middle of the floor, seeking solace in Bear. I spent a good portion of the day like that.

I just keep chanting my little mantra “This too shall pass.”