Saturday, February 14, 2009

Obviously...


Obviously, it has dawned on me that the small container of senior food is way to little for one meal for the Überhund and that he is left hungry after eating one, because he is getting less than half of what he was getting before.

Tonight I had to give him two containers before he was satisfied and curled up very cosily in a ball to got to sleep and digest his food. So, that is a problem, because I can't afford to give him two containers of food at each meal and it would still be less food than what he was getting originally.

So, it is back to the drawing board, in other words, the supermarket, to see what other brands of good dog food there are for him for reasonable prices that don't make me broke halfway through the month. I am not going back to the original food, because it was junk and made him gain weight. I have to find something very nutritious that's good for him and will not make him gain weight and is good for senior dogs.

Late this afternoon I knew he was hungry, because he was scrounging around in the street again looking for edibles and he has not done that for a while. He was trying to eat unmentionables and I had to pull him away from them, I don't know what they were, but they did not look appetizing.

You see I've changed my header image. It was time for a change I felt, so I looked around on Pixdaus, where there are thousands to choose from. With a little luck, you run into something that appeals to you. Every once in a while I need for something to be different to keep me interested in what I am doing and make it appealing to me, so that I will open up the page with renewed excitement. It's no good if I keep seeing the same image. It starts to bore me and little details start to bother me and it all becomes too familiar.

I realize that I'm writing an awful lot of posts. I have the constant urge to write, it is almost like talking and if you were in the room with me right now, I would be talking your head off. Every time I see the words 'create new post' I click on them. It's an automatism and completely self indulgent. You can blame it on the fact that I am alone a lot and don't have many conversation partners and that when I am in company, I am usually not the talker, but the listener. I don't unload my words very much with anybody, except here.

I don't know if that's because of the company I keep or because of me. I seem to surround myself with people who have the urge to talk a lot and do so freely, regardless of the fact if I may have something to say or not. I admit I am a silent water, but I do sometimes have the urge to share my own self and always feel hindered in my ability to do so, as it seems that people don't expect this aspect of me.

The hard part is that I have a very funny sense of humor and that it very rarely gets the chance to come to the surface. I am always embroiled in serious discussions that are matters of great concern to other people and I feel that I can't do any sort of slapstick routine when I talk to them. Apparently, I have that serious effect on people and they see me more as a listening post than as someone to have fun with.

I'm sure these are also my own vibrations I send out and I need to look at my own self and see what precisely my role is in the lives of other people. I am sure that I have had some of my spontaneity knocked out of me and I may not get that back with everybody. I'm not half as carefree as I used to be. I may actually be a very boring person in real life, who knows?

I suppose that's why I like the animals so much, because they don't expect me to be any other then who I am, which is for them a constantly cheerful person with a lot of patience. I'm always in a good mood when I see the animals. Even when I'm in a bad mood, which doesn't happen very often, I'm in a good mood with them.

I am, what you may call an introvert, while my sister is an extrovert. In this we differ as night and day. My older sister is also an extrovert, which leaves me kind of by myself in the middle. I am, however, the binding factor, I keep one informed about the other and I serve as listening post to both. Sometimes I feel like a good shepherd who tends to his flock. I would be good as a care giver, someone who takes care of people's mental well being. I always know the right thing to say, believe it or not. I have diplomacy and tact. Even if I don't always show that here.

But here is a different world, isn't it? Here we can be our true selves without our facades on. We stand here in all our nakedness without any make up on and without pretty costumes. I think you people know me better than anyone in the world. I choose to show my real self here. Thank goodness that I can and that I'm not embarrassed to. I know none of you will take advantage of it. You will only know someone named Irene very well.

Alright, very quickly. My mother was an extrovert, my father was an introvert, my daughter is an extrovert and my son was an introvert. I think children should be as little exposed as possible to the quirks and foibles of the personalities of the parents. We have no business messing with their innate potentials. Sadly, I don't see a way around this, except by having them live in a kibbutz and that's a whole other story.

So, that was my long insightful ramble for this evening. I'm not nearly done yet, but I'll leave it at this for now. I am wide awake and not nearly ready to go to bed, which is a problem. I will take my medicines and put on my pajamas and see if that will help.

Ciao...

9 comments:

Lisa Sarsfield said...

Fingers crossed this will post!!

First off and just incase I can't post two comments thanks for the award. I was very pleased to recieve it and meant what I said on my blog. I do enjoy your visits and your blog!

I found int interesting what you said here about being your true self on a blog. I sometimes wonder if people are who they seem here...i mean you could be anyone you wanted to be as long as you stayed in character...which for some may be a release from a reality that's not so nice for them. Not me though, I am me here:) lol. It's also what I love about visitng you...you're a breath of fresh and honest air! Thankyou:)

Lisa Sarsfield said...

wahooo!

Nora said...

I'm sympathetic on the lack of inexpensive good pet foods. Some people make their own. Maybe you could find some in bulk via mail-order?

My father is an extrovert, my mother an introvert, and me an introvert.

laurie said...

the best thing you can do is buy him food that has a first ingredient of MEAT. lamb, chicken, salmon--whatever he can tolerate. (boscoe can only tolerate lamb.)

that gives them the protein they need.

do not buy dogfood that contains corn or wheat--it's nothing more than filler and they poop it right out again.

Wisewebwoman said...

You could try making up a good stew for him, Irene, and freezing it in portions. cheap cuts of meat simmered with veggies from the remainder bin.
Just a thought. I do that for Ansa occasionally as I don't trust a lot of the foods (they're mostly made in China) and the organic are quadruple the price.
I'm a mix of extro-intro, though all my friends think I'm highly extro. they don't see me when I'm on my own and highly content with my own company.
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Grit said...

i sympathise with your need to write; it is wonderful therapy for me, seeing words spill out! as for dog food i know nothing about that, but thanks to the gritlets phobias, i could probably spill out a lot of words about dogs.

Mean Mom said...

Firstly, thanks so much for the award!

Sorry I can't help you with the dog food problem. I have never owned a dog, so I know next to nothing about their eating habits.

I can understand your need to write, if you are often alone. As well as needing to 'speak', it also means that you have more opportunity to write, of course. It would be very antisocial to disappear into a corner and start typing away, whilst you had company!

I am definitely an introvert, too, as both of my parents are. I am always quiet in a group and find it difficult to 'get a word in'. I have never developed this skill. How to jump in, at the right time, without interrupting.

I am well aware that part of the reason I like to blog is that I don't always get the chance to say what I want in normal conversation! LOL!

Frances said...

wow - feeling chatty, eh? a little hyper. Not sleeping, so what about tablets?
I do remember you got very hyper and distraught when you stopped taking your sleeping pills before.
Look after yourself.
hugs from sunny England

Maureen said...

Oh yes, I am definitely an introvert. I do a lot of listening at work; so I think writing on my blog is very good therapy to balance it all out. I hope you find an affordable dog food soon.