Life changes so fast. Sometimes it is welcome, others maybe not. Sometimes we make that change, and other times, it happens to us. Sometimes even though the changes are positive, they are hard.
This is the reason for my prolonged silence here. Life change. Okay, so maybe that is a bit dramatic. We got a dog.
We adopted Maddie about a week and a half ago from Animal Control. We believe she is a shih tzu / terrier mix of some sort. She’s about a year and a half old and looks sort of like a white Benji with a couple brown spots. She is precious and incredibly sweet. And I’m all torn up inside. Bobby dropped her off at the vet this morning to be spayed, and she will have to stay overnight. I cannot imagine going home tonight and her not being there. 11 days and our world has changed.
I have to get up earlier. My schedule, and unfortunately most of my conversations, revolve around whether or not Maddie has gone “potty potty” and what level it was. Is she eating. What toys is she playing with. What treats are her favorite. What leash / collar / halter has she destroyed and how long did it take. Fascinating stuff.
It’s definitely good for me and Bobby. I made excuses all over the place to not go to the gym, but I have no excuse not to walk Maddie. She has to go out, has to walk, has to sniff until she finds an appropriately scented doggie toilet. 3 times a day we walk, up and down the street, over and over. I know I’m wearing a rut into one side of the street. Last night I even jogged. Yeah, crazy stuff. Jogged. For a dog. Because it seemed to make her happy, make her tail wag, make her jump all over me and shower me with kisses. I’m a softie like that.
For all the good, there are rough parts. Adjusting the schedule, not sleeping as much, the expense, the suspension of our “normal” life, the worry, the frustration, not knowing. I’m tired, very tired. This is when I know that having a baby probably wouldn’t have been a good idea. A dog wears me out.
But then there are things like watching her tail wag when we come into the room, watching as she learns her name, puppy kisses. And the best of all is when she lays her little head on my leg and does that sweet little sigh of contentment. Ugh. Gets you right here, you know, right in the heart. So that’s where I’m at. Waiting on Maddie to potty, cleaning up said poo, repairing a chewed leash, a torn up toy and showering her with lovin. Good stuff.
12 Feb
