Eliza

Nancy always dreaded this part of her walk to and from work.  As an animal lover, the cur she passed by every day broke her heart. With a chain around its neck and its extreme skinniness, it was obvious that it hadn’t felt love in a while, if at all.

On numerous occasions she had called animal control, only to get the same answer.  That there were hundreds of dogs like Eliza, a name Nancy and her daughter had given her, in Los Angeles.

On dozens of occasions, her daughter had begged to keep Eliza, but Nancy wasn’t so sure.  A dog like that has to have issues. Fleas being one, but what if the dog hadn’t had socialization in a while?  She watched Animal Planet and knew how important that was.

Over the next week Nancy carefully tested things out, first leaving food, then trying to pet her through the chain link fence—Nancy felt a warm tongue when she did that, and realized she was harmless.

She gave in. Over the weekend there would be a dog rescue, but Nancy was racking her brain on how to get Eliza there, since the dog was behind a low chain link fence.  On her way to work Friday she tried to open the gate, relieved when it opened.

Saturday it was easier that she though it would be.  Nancy slipped Eliza’s collar off while her daughter stood watch.

The first thing she got was a bath.  Though she seemed unsure, Eliza was patient, as though grateful.  She curled up in her brand new bed, love and gratefulness in her eyes.

Nancy only had had pure breads growing up, and had been sort of nervous around mutts—for one, you don’t know their true personality. But Eliza changed that view.  All a dog needed was to be shown love, whether a fancy show dog or a complete mutt.

Pippa’s Time of Peace and Quiet

Although we get along now and I have no idea what I would do without them, my younger sisters were sure pains as kids. I’m pretty sure I’m not alone in this opinion. Sure, you love them, but enough is enough sometimes.

You met Henry, my son. We also have Pippa, an extremely sweet, gentle, PATIENT—I don’t like the word mutt, so mixed breed. You would think she was Henry’s mother the way she takes care of him. The two even share a bed, napping, of course, up against the other. We have pictures (of course you need to take a picture) of one resting one’s head on the other. Sometimes they become nauseating!

I sometimes feel sorry for Pippa. Henry is always there! Of course she loves him, but I’m sure she would love time to herself. That’s why I’ve instilled Henry-free time. Pippa can just have a half-hour walk or lay down on my bed while I write a post—door closed, of course.

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We took a walk this morning (please excuse thee outfit—I had physical therapy this morning first). Maria, my aide, Pippa and I were pedestrians around our neighborhood. It was just 30 minutes, but sometimes that’s all it takes.

Star Student? Or Only Student?

Any parent knows how bittersweet it is when your child starts school. On one hand, they’re getting an education that will last them their lives. On the other, why can’t they stay your baby forever?

On Saturday my six-month-old Jack Russell puppy (“He’s only six months!?” my sister’s wide in horror/disbelief), Henry, had his first obedience class. No offense, son, but it’s probably a good thing it’s a private lesson.

It started in the backyard, but moved to the park. He is fascinated by our backyard. There is always some stick that simply can’t be left outside. Or some bug that needs chasing. In other words, he was just being a little boy.

Henry’s lessons are going to be on basic manners right now: sit, stay, come, etc. But he’s so friendly and people-loving and, well, I’ll just say it, adorable, that I think he would be an excellent therapy dog.

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Hard to believe this little guy needs obedience classes…don’t let his innocent expression fool you.

Now, if only he could get housebreaking down…