When the weekend is over, Monday drops in like a spider- too quiet, maybe menacing, but easy to step on if necessary. Lucy and I feel the sadness we experience when the house goes quiet as the last bus leaves. We both like the petting we get from our boys during the weekend, so when it’s over, that old Monday spider gives us a little bite. But the melancholy expires quickly because we have eachother. The quiet house isn’t so awful with Lucy at my side. When I use the exercise room in the mornings, she’s there, and when it’s time for yoga, unfortunately she likes to lay across my mat while I’m in downward dog. She’s never quite learned that the yoga mat is not her bed. She’s fairly laid back but will take advantage of her view from the balcony to let me know there are other people who live in the neighborhood, and some of them have dogs! That’s when it’s no longer quiet. As I do the weird poses she’s the only one who thinks it’s just right that I make a fool of myself, in fact, she responds in like fashion. She only has a little stub of a tail but I can see it wag with the rest of her butt and to me that ‘s how she laughs. Sometimes I wish I had no worries like she lives without. But why would she worry, she’s got me to do all her worrying for her. I’ve made a lot of mistakes choosing the wrong breed for our family and it’s always resulted in heart break for me, and a sense of failure without match. We had a german shepherd who guarded us to the point of wanting to bite every ten year old he saw. We gave him away to a machine shop owner so he could “work” there as a guard dog. Ruby was a samoyed who’s fur absorbed dust the moment she entered outside and expelled it into my house upon entering, and then sadly allowed her fur to stick to my infant son’s mouth. A pretty blonde hairdresser adopted her. Tinkerbelle, the pomeranian, was my nemesis for eight years. She was foxy, and the worst instigator and stinker I’ve ever known. We had personality conflicts. I tried to like her but gave up. She is better off with the gay couple who adopted her and bought her a set of furniture and a wardrobe of her own. Why we had to give up Carly is complicated and still a seeping wound, suffice to say She didn’t want to share me with Lucy and neither did Lucy wish to share me with her. Lucy was here first, Carly now lives with a cop. When I got Lucy, well, her looks were of the sort that only a mother could love, but oh who knew such deep love was possible. Her only fault is that she won’t live long enough.
One reason a dog can be such a comfort when you’re feeling blue is that he doesn’t try to find out why. ~Author unknown.
Scratch a dog and you’ll find a permanent job. ~Franklin Jones
The reason a dog has so many friends is that he wags his tail instead of his tongue. ~Author Unknown
I wonder what goes through his mind when he sees us peeing in his water bowl. ~Penny Ward Mofer
If a dog will not come to you after having looked you in the face you should go home and examine your conscience. ~Woodrow Wilson