Month: May 2020

Day 68: Doggy Depression

Remember how worried I was that the squirrels would behead my carnations before they bloomed? And remember how I thought maybe a dog might help? Guess who I caught with the whole flower in her mouth? Luckily she let go when I asked her, no harm done. Speaking of squirrels, Bessie took off after one in my yard today, but it was faster than she. She’s doing her job. She seems to emerge from her […]

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Day 67: Bessie

As I expected, having this young dog is like having a new baby in the house. I feel like a car whose engine is being held at a high rev. No nice, low idle. Every second, even in the wee hours, I have to be vigilant. We saw what happened last night in the literally ten seconds I spaced out, when the dog used my rug as a pee spot. I wish I could crate […]

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Day 66: Morning Sickness

Once again, I was nauseated this morning after awakening and as I made final preparations for Dusty’s arrival. Perhaps I’m pregnant? I take some solace, in my hour of need, in the reassurance of friends. Ma reminds me that, in the unfortunate situation that Dusty and I are not a good fit, I have two weeks to bring her back. In response to my query, Am I insane to be doing this, Cheryl wrote, It’s […]

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Day 65: The Verdict

There are so many reasons not to get a dog. And it’s important to consider them all before making a decision. I thank Marianna especially for pointing out a lot of the realities. Yet despite logic tipping the scale toward the Don’t Adopt Dusty side, I couldn’t let the idea go, and I can’t explain it. I also can’t explain my continuing utter panic. This is how Molly described my internal state last night as […]

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