Bloo Mundai........

I've posted several times over the years about Blue Monday, which falls today.   It's supposed to be the most depressing day of the year, based on a number of variables as explained in the above link.

So when, in a spare 10 minutes earlier, I started a quick online survey, I wasn't particularly surprised when the questions took an unexpected turn.....

Now....if I'm honest, I hadn't ever thought about this, but as I was musing, Small Dog wandered into the office and sat looking at me, her head on one side.

Me: SD....can I ask you a question?
SD: *obligingly*  Yess.... off korse mumm.
Me: *encouraged* At this time of year, do you ever feel down in the dumps?
SD: *scathingly* Bye thatt ai taik it yue meen do ai sukkum to the inevitabull deepressin eefeckts of the darck, colld dais of winturr.
Me: *taken aback*  Well.... yes.
SD: *settling down in the snuggly comfort of her office basket* Yess ai do.  Isent itt obveeyus?  Whie?
Me: Oh, I'm doing this survey.... it's about dogs getting depressed in the winter months.
SD: *attentively*  Arsk awai!

Small Dog peruses the list carefully for some time......

SD: *wonderingly*  Apathie?  Whatt is thatt?  O  doant wurrie.... ai kant be bothurred to fined owt.
Me: *impatiently* Come on SD... stop messing around.  Just tell me which of those things apply to you.
SD: *concentrating* OhKai... rite. Wel.  Eets a lott moar... deffinitlie.   Dusent wont to go fore a wok... knott when its reelie kold and wett.  Or windie.  Or snoe.  Pyns fore eckstra attenshun,.... deffinitlie. Thats oll ai thinck.  Neckst!

SD: *incredulously*  Eemerjinsie vett!  Fore ackten owt of karicktur?  W.T. Acktewl Fu....
Me: *interrupting* Right.... OK.  Enough of that.

SD: *scathingly* Owt of sortts?!?  Whot dus thatt evin meen?  
Wel eniwai... *ticking the items off on her paws*  Vett.... OBVIYUSLIE knott. Wokks... yes iff  wethur is fyn.  Feed me moar... deffinitlie.  Affeckshun.... tik.  Treets... tick. Sleepen in the bedrume.... do thatt olreddie.  Uthur aminals... NO.   Fressh ayre... probablie.

Me: Hmmmn.... thanks for that SD.  Very helpful.  Very helpful indeed.
SD:*settling back onto her bed* O kno problim att ol mumm.  Pleezd to be off help.  Enitym.  Now iff ai kan jusst get bak to katshen up on mai napp..... its neerlie dinnur tym.....and doant foregett to lite the fyr.  And poot mai kooshen on the harthrugg fore me.....
Me: *sigh*