Friday was groomer day and we have still another new dog to get used to after
Mamie's major trim.
We’re a week into this new adventure of dog ownership and we’re still working through a few hiccups.
It took Mamie only ten minutes to show the worth of the small temporary fence we had labored so long to put up in the backyard.
One minute she was there, and the next all I saw was her back end slithering right through the pickets.
She may be a small dog that doesn’t shed, but much of our furniture is newly decorated with throws and towels.
She’s bonded to me with great success. Good news, bad news. Whenever I leave, even if my sweet, patient husband is sitting right there, she gallops around the house with lots of barking and the occasional howl. He’s basically the bridesmaid and I’m the bride.
Still, one thing I’d been hoping for is coming to pass. We’re getting more exercise each day. In an effort to distract her from missing her previous home, she’s been going on walks, lots of walks, which means we are, too. Now instead of collapsing on the couch after the exhaustion of eating dinner, we saddle up for a quick stroll through the center of town. Park in front of the big church, down Main Street two blocks, through the small park with the Civil War stature, another block to the library, around the library, and back again – about a mile.
Last night just we girls went, and I discovered another unexpected benefit. It was darkening past twilight, the sky was becoming that blue-gray color, and the moon was shining through the trees. I stood there by the most popular telephone pole in town, waiting for action in the dog output department, and took it all in.
Instead of my usual marching along, ignoring everything but the sound in my earplugs, I paid attention to the breeze and the crickets and the leaves against the sky.
I’m learning to just slow down.