Note to Self:
Try to not yell out her name in the break room at work.
I was thinking about my dog, Kelly, who passed on. I yelled her name. That happens a lot ... in the truck, at home, out walking Kevin ... I am thinking, thinking, thinking so hard ... then it involuntarily comes out. Received strange looks the other day in the grocery store. I cannot help it - I don't do it on purpose. Anyway, after the break room incident, a buddy came to me and said I scared the ones who don't know what is going on with me and that they thought I had developed Tourette Syndrome, had a vocal tic going on. WTF? I'll get better when I get better is all I know. I loved that dog so much, what a wonderful companion and always so full of mischief. Given some time, I will be okay but I cannot turn off my mind and not think of her. That little girl ... extra special!!!
