543 Day Writing Journey

Gross Meter. Day 133.

“Mom, can you get this stain out? I think it’s grease,” Tyler said. He handed me his Bill Belichick Foundation hoodie which is quite new.

“I think so,” I said. I looked forward to the challenge.

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543 Day Writing Journey

Speaking of Wanda. Day 114.

Our Wanda. She looks a little chubby-butt in this photo, but she’s still quite ribby.

It’s been about eight years since we’ve had a young pup in the house, and we all forgot just how difficult it can be. We want Wanda to have manners so we can socialize and take her places, so training her is constant. We also don’t want her to eat our stuff like pillows and clothing, because it could hurt her, and well, we love our stuff. Most importantly, we don’t want anything to happen to her, so we have to monitor her always, including even when she’s in her crate sometimes, which we call a crib.

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Like a Nail in the Head. Day 92.

Our search for a new canine family member came to an end quickly. Of course, Baylee was on it like sweetness on a honeycrisp apple, but the discovery was actually made by me and by accident on social media.

While scrolling through my Facebook feed the day after I wrote that post, I saw a female shepherd on a local rescue site. She reminded me of my David. They both show their energy in their eyes, and she was six months old so the potty training and chewing up stuff would almost be over for her, so I filled out an application.

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It is Time. Day 89.

Yankee, (bottom) was Gisele’s first mentor.

There’s never the perfect time to have a baby, just like there’s never a good time to add any member to the family, including the non-human kind.

Our pups are all pushing ten years old, which means they are a little slower than they used to be. It takes nothing away from their majestic spirits, but I’d love to add a new member to the pack while the ones who live here now are spry enough to show them the ropes.

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Strangers then Angels. Day 63.

We took this when the house was ready for our very first showing

“Are the cats locked up?” I asked Max.

“Yes, but let me go check again,” he said.

“Put the collars on the dogs,” I told Baylee. I heard the jingle of their name tags as he grabbed them off the hook on the wall, the click of the plastic collar clasps, and the dancing tick tick tick of the dogs’ nails on the floor in the front room as they anticipated our ride.

I went down to the basement to open the utility room doors and make sure the outside door was closed. I blew out the apple candle, watched the blackish smoke dance its way to the wood ceiling, and added a few large logs to the wood stove. I walked to the basement stairs and looked around one last time to be sure it was satisfactory for a showing.

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The New Pups Meet the Queen. Day 62.


It’s Monday. Again. What an easy time we all had getting up this morning because of the time change, well, not the time change, but the clock change. The roosters did not get the memo and were crowing at 4:30. Baylee and I were the only humans home because Sammy and Max stayed at Tyler and Deaven’s this weekend to watch the pups because the two lovebirds had a work function. The newbs have been cleared by the vet to meet other dogs, so Baylee and I decided to drive to the beach this morning to allow Gisele, who is nine (and Tyler’s dog) to meet her new niece and nephew.

The sun was extra bright today in contrast to the past two cloudy days, and the air was almost warm. When we rolled up to Tyler’s condo, Max was outside with both pups on a leash. Instantly, Gisele’s hair raised, ears perked, and her deep rolling growl found its way to our ears.

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