Good morning!
It’s 59F and clear outside. We’ll have abundant sunshine and a high temperature of 91F.
I cannot pick a favorite pet; each was special in his or her way. I loved/love them all deeply.
As a kid, I had Smokey, a mongrel mutt. He was smart as a whip, loving, protective, and an escape artist. He’d scale the fence like a cat and get out. We’d see him running around leading a pack of the neighborhood dogs, and then he’d come home for the night. He was some sort of peke-a-poo mix, so to see him leading a pack of large breed dogs around was hilarious. Unfortunately, he came to a sad end; someone poisoned him, and he made it home to die, but it was an awful experience for everyone concerned.
Next was Prince, a mutt/poodle mix. He was a puppy from a dog down the street. We had him for years; by the time he came along, it was an all-female household. He was very protective of us, and also the world’s biggest love bug. After I moved out, my mother’s neighbor got a chow who hated Prince and would go after him whenever he saw him. One day, my mother came home from work, and Prince was gone. The neighbor was weird, and the chow disappeared, too. We think the chow got to Prince.
In between dogs, I had cats, who were also interesting and special. One cat behaved much like a dog and was very large and beautiful.
Next, we got Cap’n from a former co-worker of my husband. He mainly was lab, with a tiny bit of something else mixed in. He had a deep black, beautiful coat and a white chest. He never met a stick or log he didn’t like and would endlessly cart them all over the yard. We got him when we lived in our first house, and he came with us to the second house. He was protective of those he loved, very verbal, and would give us a talking-to if he felt we were gone too long. I still miss that ol’ boy. Cancer killed him in a matter of weeks. He went from healthy at the end of May to gone in 2.5 weeks. I had two different vets see him because the first missed the fact it was cancer.
After my sweet Cap’n went, I didn’t want another dog, but my husband and son talked me into looking. They had seen pictures of Polar online on the Humane Society website, so we went down to look at him and a lab I had seen. We never got to see the lab; I guess they had to move him, but we met Polar. Polar chose me, and he was definitely MY dog. Oh, he loved his boy (my son), and my husband, but no one messed with mama. While in the introduction room, the boys wanted to throw a ball around for him, but he walked into the room, looked at them and then me, trotted to me, and just put his head in my lap and sighed. I guess that was it. We had him neutered and picked him a couple days later. He immediately rolled over and showed me his belly when they handed the leash to me.
He was a most remarkable boy. We lost him at the beginning of last October, and I still cry over him. F’ing cancer.
Two weeks after we got Polar, we got Brandi. That poor girl needed a loving family. I saw her on Craigslist, and she kept getting shuffled from home to home. She was a lab mix. She seemed to be mixed with whippet or something. She just wanted love and was very loving. We arranged a meet and greet for her and Polar, and they seemed to do well. However, when we brought Brandi home, it was a rough couple of days. Brandi finally managed to hold her own against Polar, though. She would put up with some stuff from him, but when she had enough, she’d round on him very quickly and let him know enough was enough, and he’d back down. Cancer killed her, too. We lost her about two or three years before we had to say goodbye to Polar. Cancer. F’ing cancer. I don’t think Polar ever recovered from that loss.
We now have two puppies, Buster and Maisie. I was insane when I agreed to adopt both. They’re still very much puppies, and Buster doesn’t know his own strength. Buster is an attention-hog and can’t stand it if Maisie gets some love all by herself. Maisie is beginning to calm down, but she’s still very excitable. She’s a barker for sure and alerts us often throughout the day. Buster is more reserved with his barking. However, if I leave the house and he can still see me through the front door, he barks until I’m out of sight. Both pups like to gaze adoringly at me on the couch and hang on to my arm while on the sofa. I often have one laying next to me on the loveseat, hanging on to my arm and resting against me, and the other hanging on to my leg and sleeping on my feet. I’d say they’re both very happy pups.
From the last MMP-Pilot, I had to go to the office yesterday because someone had reserved the car for early that morning.
My initial plan was just to work the morning at the office, but I got caught up in stuff, so I worked the whole day there. Now, I’m done with office days for at least three weeks.
Today, we’re interviewing two applicants for the second MPA job. I have three more interviews set up for Friday. Of the five, two or maybe three look good on paper.
Other than that, it’s just work, work, work.
Seanette, I’m glad Buster is on the road to recovery.
Pilot, I’m glad the eye is doing better.
JtC, it’s good the check arrived. Where I live, tanks need to be pumped every three years. Our first home had a septic tank, and it backed up into the bathtub. It was pretty gross. It took two trucks. My current home is on sewer.
Swampy, I’m sorry to read about the fender bender. I’m very happy you weren’t hurt. I hope the insurance and repair process is smooth.
Alright, time to run that dishwasher and face the work emails.
