Attention Deficit Disorder

Boy did I get a lesson this week. I went to my therapist as usual, since I felt that I had this attention deficit disorder. I've been a little depressed and off my game lately. The Yorkie sisters and Shi-wa both have stay at home moms and they talk about getting walks, treats and lot of attention all day long. My parents work all day long, so that I can have the coolest puppy hizzhouse on the block. I can't really complain, I pretty much have everything a hip poo on the make could want.

In talking to my therapist, we discussed that I didn't actually have attention deficit disorder, just because I wanted more attention from my parents. At that point, I knew this session was going to be expensive, really expensive. As we began discussing my issues, I realized that I don't really have an attention deficit. In truth, if my parents were around more, I'd probably loose my shit, since they would totally be cramping my style. I like having time during the day to have the Yorkie sisters over, or some other bitches. Yea, sure I'd like to be scratched more often, but at what expense? Heck if my parents were around more often, I'd be out of a job as a watch dog.

In the end, I have discovered that happiness is what you make of it. It comes from within and I learned that I should be content with what I have, because there are a lot of less fortunate dogs out there. These dogs and cats have it tough. Some of them have lived on the streets for a long time and are lucky to ever get adopted. So today I am volunteering to help out the Lost Dog & Cat Rescue, by promoting their site and their cause, so the next time you find yourself out there looking at new high priced pure breds, consider adopting. So anyway, I've learned a valuable lesson and I have managed to find a way not to end up giving my therapist a zillion bucks to tell me something I should have known all along. I have it good and happiness comes from inside, except where Cinnabones are concerned. And bitches too.