By Chef JRHEvilInc/Joel R. Hunt
//Source. This is part one of a series. Part two coming tomorrow.
Yesterday I got a new dog.
Well, an old dog, really. I rescued him from a shelter. I’d like to pretend I’m one of those Jane Goodall ‘do anything for the animals’ types, but if I’m honest, I was looking to adopt more for my own benefit than for the dog’s.
The thing is, I’ve been ill. For quite a long time, actually. Physically I’m fine (maybe a tad on the weighty side), but in my head… well, my doctor called it ‘suffering acute psychological trauma’. Or in the words of the gentleman at the bus station last week, ‘being a full on nut-case’. I’ve always had a few issues, I think most people have, but it reached new depths when my dad died a few months ago.
It was suicide. I’d really rather not go into it. Continue reading “My Dog Speaks in my Sleep”