Can you stand another post about dogs? I’m feeling blue and behind and not the least bit creative. And while it might be nice to accessorize my bad mood with some Edith Piaf, a good stiff drink, and my favorite book, I have a little one home sick and lots to do. So I need to get a grip.
And so dogs it is. First I have to show you the presents. In the photo Leila is wearing a lovely scarf finger-knit just for her by a young man named Jacob in Lily’s first-grade class. And the bone with the pretty pink ribbon is from our friend, Mary Jo, and her family. People amaze me with their thoughtfulness.
Leila is adjusting really well to her new home. And we’re adjusting, too. The first few days were rough because she wasn’t Gunther. But the wonderful thing is that she’s so different from him that it doesn’t feel like he’s being replaced. You all told me that’s what would happen, but I guess I had to find out for myself. The house feels better with the sound of tags jingling on a collar. And coming home to a wagging tail feels so much better, too.
And can I tell you something really wonderful that Andrew said? He and I were talking about what made Gunther so special, and Andrew said, “Gunther was always laughing at the world.” It’s so true. I love it when someone can take big, huge thoughts and feelings and condense them into bite-sized nuggets of wisdom and understanding. That must be why I love quotations so much.
I’m not quite out of my funk, but this helped. What will also help is if I can finally accept that no matter how hard I try to juggle everything, I’m going to drop a ball (or five) now and then. I just have to remember we’re all doing the best we can and nobody has it all figured out.