I haven’t had a dog of my own for about 11 years now and I recently adopted one about a month ago. The day I went to pick her up and free her from the 6 months she’s lived in a cage, there was an earthquake. Perhaps that was foreshadowing of the new adventure I was going on. I don’t believe it was a negative sign but more of a get-ready-for-surprises type of sign.
In the month that Maggie has been with us, there was a hurricane, which she suffered some nasty stress colitis, found old antibiotics and chewed open the bottle (we aren’t sure there was anything in there because she has yet to experience any side effects that the doctor told us would occur), she has learned 3 new tricks, made my cats reevaluate things in their life and makes me get up early on my days off to go at crack of dawn very brief walks.
She’s and older girl, born on Valentine’s day 11 years ago. Her brother and her were surrendered to the hospital. For six months I got to know her and slowly fall in love with that gray muzzle and soulful brown eyes. So here I am thinking about starting a photo project with my old lady. Perhaps do a 365 because I don’t know how long I have left with her and all. I’m sure she’ll keep on ticking along especially since her life is much improved than from what she came from.
But yes, I have a dog now and I can’t wait for what comes next.