It’s a Dog’s Life
I have a lot to blog about so I need to get busy. I didn’t want to tell you that last August I decided it was better to find another home for my dog Trixie. I can’t really explain all the reasons why, but I know it was the right thing to do. She is a wonderful dog, but after I moved to my new place things sort of went downhill with me and Trixie. She was stressed out being alone which is something I am not sure she had ever really experienced before. I was gone a lot and she needed a lot of activity and company. It seemed to me she was not very happy with the new arrangement and I wasn’t either. I had a lot of guilt for not playing with her enough and walking her almost constantly as she needed. She is an active dog and while I was living with my kids she was happy and there were no issues. Alone, things were a bit different. I was also traveling a lot and this was stressing her out. So alas, we parted ways. She is with another family now and I am hopeful she is much happier.
Ironically, the other day I happened to go check out a dog that a friend of mine told me about. Something drove me to do it. The dog was a male five-year-old chihuahua at a local shelter here in town. My little dog Paco was the love of my life for a very long time. I think people either love chihuahua’s or NOT. I happen to love them. When I met this little dog I knew right away he was perfect for me because I have learned what the criteria is for me owning a dog now that my circumstances have changed. The dog is a male submissive. His name is Romeo. There is a very good reason for the name since he seems to have the same lust for stuffed animals that Paco used to have, meaning he enjoys a good humping. I bought him a little stuffed raccoon today and he has already tried to hump it despite it being very small. He also gets excited when he looks at me and it’s um…obvious. He’s a lover. So even though I toyed with changing his name to something else, I decided to keep his name as Romeo.
It’s difficult for me to admit that things with Trixie didn’t work out, but life goes on and now I have another dog that I think is a better match for my new life. Two of my kids were here visiting last week when I brought the dog home and they love him. My daughter is the type who loves all dogs no matter what, but my oldest son is sorta picky about dogs. He loved Romeo, so I knew that was a good sign. Now I have a little dog in my life to comfort me when I come home from work. I can hold him and snuggle with him and recover from the day.
I really can’t explain this to you, but I am feeling like someone is watching over me. The series of events that have unfolded in my life recently are a little astounding. I have a feeling inside that my journey of relocation is not over yet. I have truly been fortunate because I no longer have my house to worry about. It is sold. The timing of the sale couldn’t have been better. I wish I could share more with you about why it was such perfect timing for me, but that’s not possible. Even my kids don’t have a grasp of the things that are happening with me. Although there continues to be bumps and divots along my path, things seem to be leading me in a direction that I need to go. I am trying to “let go and let God.” That’s just a saying and not a statement that I believe in a God, but in reality it echoes what my life has evolved into. I am learning to let go.
I don’t have a good picture of Romeo yet, but I have this one. I have a new camera and I plan to take some pictures with it when I get it set up. I’m sorta slow at doing things if you haven’t noticed. Well, keep on keeping on and take it easy.
