A beauty is coming in one week. Just seven days....
It's been over 7 months since Rocky the Ball King died and we buried him in the backyard in his favorite quilt with all his balls. I wonder if the future owners of our home will appreciate the pet cemetery in the yard. I suppose not. Does this fall under the 'must disclose' clause in contract when selling?
Roxie has captured the hearts of many, and will surely share her adventures with her adoring public. I have a feeling she will be a prolific writer with opinions on many subjects. I do hope she has a sense of humor, as the world sure needs some laughs. Good pee-your-pants laughs... laughs where the soda-comes-out-your-nose guffaws raise your endorphin levels.
It is exactly seven days until I drive to VA to pick her up. Such anticipation is both difficult and exalting at the same time. I seem to have lost the confidence we had with all our other babies. One might think we never held a short long dog before. Will she like us? Will she enjoy the big fenced back yard, look forward to long walkies in the woods with Bob? Will I be able to groom her wirehair coat so she looks beautiful, and do it without hurting her?
So many years ago, in summer 2002, I was surfing the net and found Rocky's picture. I couldn't stop looking at him gazing up into Patti Phillips camera, his little airplane ears laid back in the wind. What ever could have been the key? How in the world do you fall in love with a picture? But you just do, and there is nothing to be done. You must have what you see. It's a cosmic karma cyber-connection that is instant and firm.
And so the same has happened again. With the grief of Rocky's death still firmly in mind, we are letting ourselves be pulled in. But between now and the inevitable, sweet joy and laughter will burst from our home. Roxie will become as well known in our world as Rocky was.
I'm smiling in anticipation of all the smiles she will bring to others. Life is about to get good again!
It's been over 7 months since Rocky the Ball King died and we buried him in the backyard in his favorite quilt with all his balls. I wonder if the future owners of our home will appreciate the pet cemetery in the yard. I suppose not. Does this fall under the 'must disclose' clause in contract when selling?
Roxie has captured the hearts of many, and will surely share her adventures with her adoring public. I have a feeling she will be a prolific writer with opinions on many subjects. I do hope she has a sense of humor, as the world sure needs some laughs. Good pee-your-pants laughs... laughs where the soda-comes-out-your-nose guffaws raise your endorphin levels.
It is exactly seven days until I drive to VA to pick her up. Such anticipation is both difficult and exalting at the same time. I seem to have lost the confidence we had with all our other babies. One might think we never held a short long dog before. Will she like us? Will she enjoy the big fenced back yard, look forward to long walkies in the woods with Bob? Will I be able to groom her wirehair coat so she looks beautiful, and do it without hurting her?
So many years ago, in summer 2002, I was surfing the net and found Rocky's picture. I couldn't stop looking at him gazing up into Patti Phillips camera, his little airplane ears laid back in the wind. What ever could have been the key? How in the world do you fall in love with a picture? But you just do, and there is nothing to be done. You must have what you see. It's a cosmic karma cyber-connection that is instant and firm.
And so the same has happened again. With the grief of Rocky's death still firmly in mind, we are letting ourselves be pulled in. But between now and the inevitable, sweet joy and laughter will burst from our home. Roxie will become as well known in our world as Rocky was.
I'm smiling in anticipation of all the smiles she will bring to others. Life is about to get good again!
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