Dog is My Copilot
Today we journeyed to Longview to pick up the newest member of the family.
So far, he’s adorable, affectionate, enthusiastic, interested in everything, appears to have doggy ADD, and feels very shaky-legged when in the car. We like him very much.
His name right now is Mr McScruffy, but we feel he needs a name that’s more personal instead. What do you think his name should be?
Tonight We Toil, Tomorrow We ??
There’s going to be a surprise tomorrow.
Right now, all I have is a slight migraine and not enough time to do everything. But there aren’t any more boxes to unpack in the kitchen, to my everlasting delight. I really did not know where all of it could possibly fit, but in it went.
For relaxation, I’m participating in the November Mystery Crochet Project at Sarah London’s blog. I needed some levity in my life. I think I know what it’s going to be, but I could be surprised yet.
For now, remember that hammer drill? This is Jeff the non-power-tool-enthusiast jackhammering the recalcitrant concrete walls in my craft closet. By this point he was not very amused with anything at all in the entire world. He just wanted it to be done. Even very small hammer-type devices are not easy on your hands.
And this is what the poor cat looks like during the extremely loud drilling, when she doesn’t want to leave for fear she’ll miss something, but doesn’t want to stay because it’s too loud.
The Post I Didn’t Want to Write
I’ve been avoiding my blog, the phone, people, email … for a couple of weeks now. Every time I have to tell someone that my puppy Audrey passed away, it just makes it a little bit more real, and even though it’s been a week and a half, I haven’t quite gotten past the point where I hope someone will tell me it’s all a big mistake, a joke in terribly poor taste, and that she is coming home soon.
It’s not a joke, though, her kidneys just didn’t want to work anymore. Back in December when she first got sick we had hoped it was an infection or Addison’s maybe, something we could fix, because she was just 9 years old in June. But it was the havoc that age wreaks, and age has a terribly uncompromising inevitability. For Jeff and I it’s been a long, sad, difficult year and a half of caring for sick animals, balancing good medical care with their quality of life, and finally making the decision about letting them go.
We cherished the 8 years and 9 months we had with Audrey. Audrey taught me much about what’s important in life, and what isn’t. She brought immense joy and exuberance to everything she did and was full of life and mischief every day. Her greatest gift was her limitless capacity to love. I miss her terribly.
