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I tip my hat to the women of the MadMen era… well dressed and perfectly medicated. I certainly need that help after the way my week has started. Its been raining in the East for days, cool and dreary. Exactly the type of weather that has you wishing for a lover’s bed with a warm body to curl up into until the storm passes. Unfortunately, my calendar had no entries for snuggling and so I set about doing my laundry on Monday morning.

I hate laundromats. With every ounce of my being, I find them to be a blight against my very soul. Nonetheless, they are a necessity. After dropping my laundry in the washers, I ran back to my condo and grabbed my pooch for a quick jaunt down the block and a pee.  She dislikes the rain so much that it isn’t worth taking her out longer than a few minutes at a time on days like this. This plan was quickly derailed however when a offleash male Rottie wandered over. I believe he was younger and truly just wanted to say hi, however, my dog has been jumped before and subsequently, she has some dog aggression issues. The situation quickly turned nasty with the Rottie attaching itself to my girl as I screamed for her to stop responding. They were fueling each others anger. Luckily I was able to get ahold of him as he began to latch onto her ribcage and separate them with my arm span. I never let him think that I wasn’t in charge and kept telling them firmly to sit as I held them apart and regained my wits. Eventually his ears relaxed and he turned and gave his ass to us both, a great sign of submission. I knew that I couldn’t keep standing there with my arms holding both, somehow I needed to get my dog and I back in my condo and animal control to pick up this boy. My girl was not going to relax enough for my to relax my grip on her so I made what could have been a very bad decision and let go of him. I kept sternly telling him to stay as my dog and I backed up the 30 feet to my condo door. Once I put my pup inside I turned and called the rottie to me. He wasn’t a vicious dog per se. He reacted, my girl reacted, it got out of hand. It could have been far worse. I called the police but they wouldn’t do anything so I let the dog go, hoping it wouldn’t get hit by a car or worse, in a fight with the pit bulls down the street that are walked off leash by their white trash owner. In the end, my girl ended up with a cut up paw and some abrasions. One minor puncture wound from where the rottie grabbed her side, but, no need for stitches or vet visits.

I texted Type Geek as I was cleaning up her paw. He suggested I come over tonight after work, regardless of the time. I think I may take him up on the offer. I need a bit of physical intimacy as I am feeling off kilter, off-balance. Connecting with another person physically can have a great grounding effect on the spirit, at least if it is someone you care about. I don’t love him, but I adore him. This whole work-life balance thing of his though, I gotta figure that one out. He leaves for a work meeting in Ohio on Wednesday and chances are good that I may not see him this weekend when he returns. Can I be satisfied with only seeing him 2 or 3 times a month right now?

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