I consider myself a glass half full gal, for the most part, but my Thinking Out Loud lately has still been on the sad side . . . it’s only been about 2 weeks since we put Chester to sleep, so he’s still in my thoughts.
Most of the time I really am okay — maybe because I know in my heart the time was right — but at random moments I am just overcome by sadness, sometimes to the point of tears. It’s natural, I guess.
I promise, again, this post won’t be all sad!
A bird’s nest
Not my hair, although it resembles that some days, but we have birds nesting in the light fixture outside our front door.
I suppose that’s definitely a step up from the hornet’s nest we had there one year.
But I’m beginning to think I need to put food out for them . . .
When are you getting a new dog?
This is usually the first question you get from people when they heard you’ve lost your dog. Not the real animal lovers, usually; they get it. People mean well, I know. For some people the answer is never and for others it’s right away and for others it falls somewhere in between.
This is the first time we’ve only had 2 animals in 15 years — that’s half our marriage!
I absolutely do not want to take on a new dog in the middle of winter. We did Chester’s house training in the middle of winter, and that was hard enough in TX in a one floor ranch house.
So no, I don’t feel the need for a new dog right away. It occurred to me on Friday that I hadn’t asked my husband how he felt about it. So I did. He’s with me.
If Lola had really been mourning, I would have considered it. I feel a little badly for her; she seems kind of bored, in some ways, but she’s definitely not mourning.
Perhaps in the spring we’ll consider fostering. We’ll see.
Next time you know someone who’s just lost a furkid, just tell them how sorry you are and that you’re there to listen to them if they want to talk.
Our house is quieter
Chester took his job as protector very seriously. Oh, if you came in the house he’d jump all over you and lick you to death, but ring that doorbell? Bark, bark, bark. Same goes for UPS truck (often whether it stopped or not).
And he almost always greeted someone coming home with barking.
Now I come home and Lola is waiting for me, but there is no barking. There is no barking when my husband gets home from work.
Lola does bark; she’ll bark at other dogs we meet when walking, and she’ll bark at any dog walking past our yard when we’re outside, and she definitely barks at the police dog next door.
Chester never barked at dogs while we were walking.
I like a quiet house, but I do actually miss the barking. A little. It did make me feel protected. Which I know was irrational, considering it’s highly doubtful a 9 lb chihuahua was ever going to protect me.
But he would have tried.
Life is mysterious
My husband stumbled across a woman who paints animals (for free) that have passed. She has a long waiting list, and he’d put in our names, thinking we would get a painting of Simba, our cat who has been gone 4 years now.
Only guess whose number finally came up just this week? The woman’s paintings are reminiscent of Mexican art, and we chose to have her do Chester instead.
And speaking of mysterious . . .
Lola get sooo excited when it’s mealtime. In fact, she used to run laps around the living room before going into her crate (I fed the dogs in their crates, doors open).
She is still very excited at mealtime, but she runs directly into her crate. Often without my having to ask her to.
Animal behavior has always fascinated me, but this is one I can’t figure out. Yes, Chester would be patiently waiting in his crate for food, and apparently that caused her to run laps before getting into her crate . . . but why?
Anyone Italian out there?
I am not. But I do enjoy Italian food. And I enjoy making minestrone in the winter.
As I was making a big pot this week, it occurred to me that minestrone and pasta e fagioli are pretty much the same soup. At least to this non-Italian girl.
I did just a little bit of googling, including looking at this answer from Yahoo. Most of what I looked at did say they’re pretty much the same soup, but I didn’t delve too deeply into it. Feel free to enlighten me.
Minestrone, fagioli . . . a soup by any name still tastes great!
What weird things do your furkids do?
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