Monday's a dog. [via]

Are you wondering why annie posts dog pictures every Monday? No? Well I'll tell you anyway. Cause Monday's a dog...a biotch...Monday means back to business after a weekend of playing and sleeping and putting responsibilities aside. Even for someone like me who no longer works...Monday thru Friday is still full of structure. My job has just shifted from working outside the home to working on myself. Physical therapy is something I do a couple times a day. Keeping my joints flexible and my muscles toned is part of my strict regimen to preserve my mobility. Back exercises help keep my malformed spine aligned and my degenerative discs from pinching too many nerves as it slips and slides out of place. Preemptive resting is also part of my routine to manage chronic fatigue from a sleep disorder. I just need to stop the daily chores and go lay down whether I am fatigued or not. Taking a walk everyday is important for someone with brittle bones like me, so I usually take a half hour power walk every day. Beyond that there is eating nutritiously...taking vitamins, and medicine on schedule and journal writing to manage my depression. I am way more high maintenance then I care to be.

But, back to dogs. I'm a dog lover, a dog fanatic, one with the canines. In fact, I feel more comfy with dogs than I do most people. And I believe it stems from my earliest memory of my life.......

When my Mom was still alive I told her this early memory I had and she confirmed it really happened which is weird because I was an infant, however, the incident caused such a commotion at the time it must have stuck with me and influenced my subconcious...and so my first memory goes like this....

I'm an infant in a basinette visiting my Mom's friends home. There I am, checking out their red bricked kitchen when a pair of eyes gazed at me lovingly. I remember staring into those big brown eyes....which expressed love, devout attachment,and an intense protectiveness. The eyes belonged to my guardian, a German Shepherd and this dog became extremely possessive of me. My memory isnt clear at this point but there is a lot of commotion,chaos, and noise. While my Mom attempted to pick me up or carry my basinette outside to leave this dog went ballistic at her. It wouldn't let my mom come near me. It wouldn't let its owners near me and was clearly upset. This dog had adopted me and had decided its job was to protect me. I suppose the owners somehow got control of their dog so my Mom could take me home eventually but this intense bonding between dog and infant was created and the imprint was permanent.