As I type these words, a dog is sleeping at my feet. She barely knows me, but she already pretty much worships me. According to her, I am smart, nice, pretty, fit–and I always know where the food is. Dogs really are an ego trip. I had forgotten about their blind devotion to their humans. We don’t get too much of that from the cats.
My new dog’s name is Lollipop but we call her Poppy for short. She’s a Shepherd mix from the Bloomington Animal Shelter. They named her Estella, but that just didn’t fit. She’s a Poppy, for sure.
She’s been great so far–even if she did get up last night at 2:30 a.m. to pee, and then barfed not once BUT TWICE in her crate after that. After that last barf-clean-up, she whined so pitifully in her crate that I let her sleep on the bed. I am so weak at 4 a.m. But look at those eyes!
Val and Bella are being great and gentle pet owners. They are over the moon!