As assested to by the pictures of muddy pawprints in my kitchen and an unplanned dog run in the yard , we are a dog family. My business-minded daughter, Robin, set me up with an Esty site to sell some things I had made out of yarn, and suffice it to say that, although the page advertised the items being from a “smoke-free” home, we definitely could NOT say that our home is a pet-free zone.
At this post, we are on our fourth fuzzy family member, not to mention a few visitors that have come and gone. My husband bonds excessively with his canine compadres, so after #3 expired, it took me a whole year and a half to convince him that it was time for another. Such is the emotional connection we allow ourselves to get into with our pets, and as difficult as good-byes can be, those “live in the moment” times (something are dogs try to teach us, I suppose) are well worth it.
In fact, there are many good lessons our dogs can teach us. By the way, I might as well confess in this first endeavor that our dogs talk to us. Yes, I suppose that’s what I would call it. It’s not unusual for someone to talk to their dog, being such good listeners and all. Our dogs, however, have a propensity for verbal response, and many times somewhat uncouth ones at that. I have, as yet, been unable to train them to behave themselves in their choices of conversational topics, particularly with company present, and have resigned myself to thier unfeigned social inappropriateness.
Despite that, and at times because of it, dogs have added emmensely to my family’s collective personality as, if you choose to continue in this “category”, you will soon share…