ADHD Ruminating

Wow guys, it's been so long. It's really only because I've actually been LIVING life, rather than commenting on it, though I've had some pokes from people insisting that I muscle enough time into my schedule to manage BOTH. I'm out of the habit, even as I'm out of the habit of taking my vitamins because one of them backs up on me throughout the day, coloring over any other culinary treats trying to make their way down, but that's another post.....

Here's where I really need help getting my blog up to snuff and not looking quite so incredibly blah. Because I need a picture for you to really get the full impact of this little Tim-ism.

We recently wallowed in a glorious vacation to the Bay Area to see family and friends. During one of our family gatherings, Tim was petting Kylie, my sister's dog. She's a beautiful mix of German Shepherd and something else (Kylie, not my sister) and has endeared herself to all our hearts with her attentive personality. If she knows you, she loves on you as soon as you come through the door and expects you to behave in like manner, namely that you rub her back and as she rolls over, her belly as well.

Tim, being the compassionate and giving lad that he is, was dutifully paying her these attentions, when he noticed that this activity was producing a small hill of shedding hair. Jen offered to let Tim brush her, which sounded harmless enough to him. However, when Jen returned holding a gadget that looked no less frightful than one half of a toothy bear trap, he reluctantly took it from her, his face registering increasing alarm. He took a few steps back towards Kylie and then looked over his shoulder, asking, "Uhhh; are you SURE about this?" He gingerly bent over Kylie's back and just barely brushed the surface of her, certain that this just could NOT be right. He was expecting a BRUSH, not a semi circle of glinting shark's teeth.

But of course, those of you who own a dog know that this is just fine, that doggies actually love the way this feels, and indeed, Kylie seemed to enjoy being rid of an extra pound or so of drifting fur and having every itch; past, present and future, completely tamed as Tim finally bore down on the thing with less fear of puncturing a major artery. I'm wondering if I need to get one for myself, actually. I have a perpetual need to have my back scratched.......

See? I need pictures.