A dog's life

Ok, so I'm taking some time out for me after a very busy day. I finished 12 red hat pins and made a bunch of bracelets and earrings to send to my dad to sell at the flea market next weekend. Its been a very productive day and I'm tired. What has my dog done today? Well, she and I went for a walk. Then while I ate breakfast she slept next to me. When I worked in my studio she slept in a corner of it. Then we took another walk. And now, she is sleeping next to me again. Yup, in my next life I want to be a dog. Its gotta be nice to be able to sleep and play all day. If I am ever able to make a living by my jewelry I will get to find out because working in my studio is very much like playing to me. Despite my jealousy I do love my dog dearly. Even if she is incredibly expensive. Last week between an ear infection, her annual shots, and her OCD (obsesive compulsive disorder) she cost us over $500. I really wish pet health insurance was worth the paper the policies are printed on. I looked into a few companies and found that insurance only covered annual care and nonrecurring expenses. If Summer were to get hit by a car they'd take care of the bills but they won't cover her drugs for OCD because as one company so rudely put it "Dogs don't have mental illnesses. People who treat their dogs for mental illness need to be checked for mental illness themselves." I would love to drop Summer off at their offices for a week without her pills. Let them tell me that dogs don't get mental illnesses then, HA! Summer is a purebred (and I suspect highly overbred) german shepherd. Her OCD takes the form of tail chasing and licking to the point that she will chew the tip of her tail bloody and spray blood all over when she chases it or she will lick holes in her hide. She also has allergies and when they flare up they cause her to itch which further reinforces the chasing and licking. So that means that every day I have to give her 2 doggie downers and allergy shots on a regular schedule. She hates both but the shots are the worst. I'm not nearly as good at it as the vet is. All this doesn't matter though. I still love her dearly, she is such a sanity saver when I come home from a bad day at work I can depend on her to want nothing that isn't easily provided. A walk, food, water, an ear scratch and if she's really needy maybe a butt scratch or a toss of the tennis ball and she's happy. Much different from my boss and coworkers. (I wonder what my boss would do if I were to walk up to him and scratch him behind the ear?) Ah well, I've rambled enough, now I have some ears to scratch. Until later, Heather