{ FurFur, 6 months old, home from the shelter }Although I truly appreciated the mini-reprieve from L & A, who graciously helped out with her whenever I was late last week, I have to say I missed our long walks after work around the neighborhood. It felt like I had forgotten to do something important when I got home and the dog was already cared for, and I didn't know what to do with all this time on my hands except to sit on the couch and turn on the TV.
Yes, sometimes it can be a bit of a drain to have to wake up at 6:55 a.m. like clock-work every day (even on weekends), coerce her into eating (she's an odd one), and walk her in torrential rain or on firecracker-y holidays. But, still, the bright spots far outweigh the bad: she's unconditionally loving and lovable, follows me faithfully up and down the stairs even when I've forgotten something twice, and nuzzles me when I'm sad.
{ FurFur, nuzzling }I remember a time when we didn't have FurFur, when we were first married and had just moved to Chicago. I was in limbo and lost in transition, neither here nor there. My mind was still in Miami, but my heart (The Fella) was in Chicago. We weren't ready to get a dog just yet, as we had big changes to contend with.
Enter my favorite activity back then: dog-stalking. It's pretty much just what it sounds like. It involves walking around the neighborhood and wistfully watching dogs in parks for some imaginary dog-owning. When you hang out at a dog park and you don't have your own four-legged pal, this can be very weird. I tried to keep the photo-taking to a minimum, so as not to completely freak out the dog-owners. Dogs are just so darn cute!
Luckily, I have my own furry friend now. I'll be happily heading home in 30 minutes to take her on a lovely evening walk.
{ FurFur, dancing + kissing }
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