and this week I am a porch swing owner. I eat breakfasts at a table with the sunlight creeping across the dining room floor before embarking on my ten (10!!!) minute commute. I have time for breakfasts!!
All at once.
My long loved dog Rufus who I’ve taken with me through all the highs and lows of the last 9 years bit Bonnie on Saturday. In the chaos of visitors and family in and out to see our new little house I joked with my dear friend Elizabeth, “want a dog?” and she said, actually, yes she did and took him to live with her in Georgia. I knew in my heart it would be best for everyone. We’d said the first time he bit B would be the last, and even though it wasn’t a bad bite, just barely breaking skin, I couldn’t risk it happening again and being worse. My grumpy old man just wasn’t up for tiny, curious toddler fingers or sharing my love and attention. My heart is broken because I thought our little fenced in yard would make him young again. He would have freedom to go in and out, and everything would get a little better. So I’m disappointed there’s no more jingly collar noises or puppy snuggles in this new life. It makes me impossibly sad but relieved and then all at once guilt ridden for feeling relieved. But I think I’ll be ok. It still feels like we are on vacation, but one where there’s always a thing to do, and you go to bed good and tired and happy.