Crazy Dog Lady

I have recently realized that if I don't take action soon I could very easily become the crazy dog lady.

Lacey the Labrador and I have parted ways, but after a full five weeks in each other's company I have picked up a few bad habits. I talked to the dog, a lot, by the end of our time together.

Sad, but true.

My sister also took a fantastic picture of me surrounded by three dogs over break. All of us gathered around a love seat.

Many days I don't even bother getting dressed unless something important draws me out of the house.

I enjoy knitting and cooking. I even made gingerbread cookies (albeit with a friend) and distributed them to my neighbors in the retirement community.

Things aren't looking good for the future.

In light of this realization, I am putting together an action plan to overcome the hurdles between and a normal adult life. It's not going to be easy, but I have faith.

Step 1: Find humans with whom to have conversations with during the day. Don't have unnecessary conversations with dogs. I have a cell phone for a reason.

Step 2: Get dressed every day, no matter what I have to do. And maybe make up the face as well. Preferably before lunch time.

Step 3: Make some new friends. Or spend more time with the friends I have. Or both. Basically, I need more of a social life.

Step 4: Maybe even go on a date, preferably not a blind date - those are just awkward. This is a pretty big reach, but it should really help me in avoiding the crazy-dog-lady thing.

Step 5: I am really running out of steps. Suggestions?


  1. It sounds like you have the makings of a very good start here, but then again, I didn't get far enough back in your archives to figure out what exactly is the root cause of such a bleak outlook for your future.

    As a rule, I try to never take myself too seriously, as the greater importance I assign myself seems become proportional to how much my problems affect me.

  2. Thanks Jay! The post was supposed to be filled mostly with self-deprecating humor, but came out a little more depressed than I intended. I, too, try to avoid seriousness whenever possible.