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Words I Never Thought I’d Say…

My dog and I are dressed alike…
(It was 37 degrees F.! 😘)

The Adventures of Leia…

Leia – yes, she’s a princess!

On Sunday we adopted this tiny little five year old Chihuahua Terrier(?) mix from Rescue Vets in our area. Apparently she was brought from a shelter in KY with a high kill rate. So far we know nothing about her except that she’s 11 pounds of stubborn!

Day one: At the meet and greet

Dave fell in love with her even though he originally wanted a Frenchie. He said if we don’t take her, probably no one will because she’s already five. So proud of him. (In my family we call that the Lori syndrome!😘)

Day two: Laying in the sunroom window, perhaps plotting her escape…

She loves the sunroom and looking outside while being able to avoid us at the same time! I need to make cushions for the benches…

Day three: Practicing social distancing…

So Tuesday night she’s crated in the family room and starts crying in the middle of the night. I get up, let her out of the crate and she runs to the front door. I put on my Bearpaw boots, which are handy, and a raincoat over my nightshirt. Always fashion forward. It’s pouring rain and she walks around a bit then sits down in the grass!

I carry her back in, apparently don’t completely close the storm door, take off her leash, put her down. She head butts the door open and takes off down the block!

I start running after her. After half a block I realize I am not Usain Bolt— and she is —and run back to get my car. My hair is soaking wet as is my coat. It’s a total lost cause to find a tiny dog in blinding rain when she has more than a block head start. I drive slowly around, talk to the security person in our gated subdivision and she consoles me that Leia will turn up after taking down all my info…

I go home to worry for a few hours and try to make Dave and myself feel better. And drink coffee. Doesn’t help, still crying. She’s just so little! I remind myself she has a tag on with my number, she’s microchipped and probably a little street savvy since she was a stray.

As it’s getting light out and the rain stops, I walk around the area, talking to neighbors who are out with their dogs and everyone agrees to keep an eye out. Get back in the car and check out a nearby strip mall thinking the smell of food might have drawn her in. No luck…

Go back home for a quick shower and put on real clothes when my phone rings. It’s 7:45 a.m. and it’s an unfamiliar number. He says, hi, I’m Frank. I’m working construction and I think I have your dog…

I zip over to the main road at the entrance to our subdivision, maybe a mile and a half away, and sure enough, there she is, wagging like crazy and happy as if she had good sense to see me! I could have kissed that man I was so relieved to see her (and he was pretty darn cute, too!). But I digress…

After wrapping her in a blanket and driving home, she ate, drank water and passed out to recover from her night of partying! Hard to picture what the second week will be like…

Day four: after her night out…reminds me of some weekends at college!

Yay, Yay, it’s Saturday…

Only today because I got up early to go spray a wasp nest in my mailbox. Tomorrow I have to figure out how to get it out of there. Sometimes being a grownup sucks!

Just Because…

I notice I’m very dog focused lately. Hmm

Me and JP, Conversations with a 7 Year Old…

I started writing about me and JP, my youngest grandson, when he was about three. Who knew what we’d go through together? He and his mom and dad and bulldog, Tank, lived with us for awhile while their house was being built. Tank died while we were all on vacation together.

My husband passed away suddenly from a brain aneurysm and we lost our elderly dogs, too. I sold the house and youngest and I moved in with JP’s family. We eventually found a new, smaller house and youngest and I moved in and recently got a new little dog.

This coming weekend JP turns eight! I can hardly believe it. He’s wonderful—cute, smart, fun, silly, sweet and incredibly kind. Our talks have gotten so complex now.

I usually pick him up on Tuesday afternoons after e-school is done and he comes over to visit and have dinner with me and his Uncle Dave. He loves our new house and visiting with Leia, our dog.

We’ve always had some of our best conversations in the car, when we aren’t singing along with the radio! This one happened as I was driving him home…

JP: Wasn’t it funny when Leia fell in the box?

Me: It was. I think she was trying to see what was inside and just slipped. When I got her out she went and laid on her pillow and didn’t look at me. I think she was embarrassed!

JP: Like when your cat fell off the back of the couch, right?

Me: Yep, Midnight would look out the window to watch for me and fall asleep. And sometimes she’d stretch and fall off the back of the couch. That was a long time ago, I’m surprised you remember me telling you that. I had Midnight before I even knew Papa.

JP: Were you married to someone else and divorced before you met Papa?

Me: No, just him. He was my first husband but I was his second wife. Does that mean I could get married a second time now if I wanted?

JP: But, Nana, you only have two bedrooms. Where would he sleep?

Me: I thought he’d sleep in my room.

JP: (Doubtfully) Well, I guess he could sleep in your big closet…