Life's Bone Re-visited.

T.S. Eliot wrote that April is the cruellest month. I love the poem, but for me, it is February. In February, winter seems to have worn out it's welcome. And there is still some 60 days or so before I will smell the excitement of wet soft ground. My dog feels the same way. We both have cabin fever. I watch movies, doodle on the computer, read books to pass time. Life follows me all around the house. She has several bones to chew on. They lie here and there on the floor. Sometimes, I step on them in my bare feet. (You would not want to be here to hear what I said in such moments!) My dog and I do venture outside for brief periods. But she is frustrated because the ground is so hard. She likes to bury bones in the back yard. Let them soak up the musty moisture of the soil. They taste so good later. But that is not happening now. The ground is too hard. So, she gnaws away at her bones in the house. And she wants my attention. It is quite amusing. She likes to drop a bone down in front of me, and then look up, daring me to take it away from her. I get down on the floor and pretend I want her bone. I I growl at her and try to get the bone. She is very protective and growls back. It's a game we play in February.