I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they’re right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together. ~ Marilyn Monroe
I had planned a little better blog today but here the day is, half done and nothing accomplished. Well, that’s not exactly true. Katy-Foo-Fighter woke up a little peckish this morning. As my longest followers may know, KT (that’s her spelling, not mine) is my fourteen and a half year old Jack Russell Terrior-ist, though she prefers to be known as the resident God (yep, meant to spell it that way)…. Refusing to give her sainthood, I just call her the Princess Dee-Oh-Gee (think on it a second, it will come to you). She was acting anxious, walking a little side-wise and her eyes were flicking back and forth. For the most part, Katy is never overly thrilled for me to leave, she believes my day could be better spent caring to her every whim but, one of us has to have a “YOB” so she can live a life of Lay-zure (leisure). I set up for a friend to watch her while I was at work, but by mid-morning the friend called and said she was walking into walls and vomiting. EW! I rushed her to her Doctor and other than the eyes staying dilated and the dizziness she seemed okay. The doctor gave the diagnosis with some big long technical in one ear and out the other name (I am sure you remember Cao’s are simple creatures who don’t like big words), but then she said, that Katy has “Old dog Syndrome.” (kid you not!)
The take from? Sure, it’s been a highly expensive high-gravity Tuesday, I may be entitled. To ‘wag the dog’ means to purposely divert attention from what would otherwise be of greater importance, to something else of lesser significance. And it would seem Katy pulled off the perfect Wag the Dog scenario by wanting me to stay home on a day where I have important things piling up on my desk. Do I think she is of lesser significance than my job? Nope, she’s my family. The lesser significance is in that when I was so frantic thinking my fourteen and a half year old dog could be dying, the Doctor said she has the physique and blood work of an eight year old dog. ‘Ell at this rate, KT’s going to outlive me. Maybe there is something to living that life of Lay-Zure after all.
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