9 years. 7 moves. 2 states. More boyfriends than I care to count. This little girl had been by my side through the roughest years of my life.
There is no doubt that she was sent to me to help me get through them all. Zero doubt. Continue reading “My Familiar”
My dog had a major surgery last Friday (Mac, the big pitbull one).
His rehab consists of him not walking, except short 5 minute leashed walks to potty a couple of times a day. So basically he has to sit still… all day… and night… for 4 weeks.
Um, he’s only 3 and full of energy and built like a brick shit house so he has been trying to strong-arm me every step of the way. Oh the cone, then there’s the cone. Such joy.
So my days this week have been filled with strategically planning my life around his needs. Meds 4 times a day. No visitors because he can’t get excited. And he hasn’t been sleeping through the night and when he won’t stop crying, I’ve wound up sleeping on the floor with him.
Continue reading “Surgery”