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2006-01-16 - 12:34 a.m. Life Resumes Christmas was difficult. I could not post here on d-land - I was mired in such a depression. I curled up in a ball most days and cried and cried. So much of my existence has been, always, interaction with dogs. The void here has been pronounced. Two months had passed since my black GSD was struck with cancer...I've been searching rescue sites for another GSD like 5x a day. Now, I've got Gretta, a long-haired GSD with impeccable manners and a sweet disposition, that was found dropped off on the streets of Port Washington on Long Island. She is so totally grateful for her rescue that she can't stop gazing into my face in awe - quite unnerving. Also, she does not bark, and as I am into protection and guard dogs, and, MALE dogs; this is not one of those. Hopefully the bad dudes in the neighborhood will note there is a new, very huge, 100+ pound GSD living in my apt. and that should be good enough. Today was my birthday (the 15th) and my bf came through with a half-dozen VERY cool books as gifts. He knows me well. There were books on Found Art, Victorian Scrap, Mail Art, Local history of the Meadowlands, and personal stories of people's lives with their dogs. And he sent a gorgeous red vase of majenta and red and purple flowers (my all-fave colors) to me at work. I have never been treated so very fine. All I could do in response was make him a chicken parmesan dinner, which the New Dog happily found and ate while I went out to run errands today. I made Peter up another chicken parmesan dinner to take home today. Now it's one AM and I'm tired, very tired.