I’ve had dogs for all of my adult life
Started with Sheba . . . my XH’s dog when I met him . . . that became my dog when we got married because I was “mommy” . . .
Goldie . . . arrived to help heal my broken heart when Sheba passed away . . .
Blacky . . . was a lonely orphan that needed a home . . .
Luci . . . joined the family because Blacky was heartbroken after Goldie passed . . .
Rocky . . . came to torment Luci after Blacky passed . . .
Millie . . . the whirling dervish that wormed her way into Rocky’s heart . . . and mine . . .
Because of them I am Big Dog Mom Pam . . .
Loads of dog toys all over the house and sometimes on the stairs. Dog hair on just about everything I own. Doggie hair tumbleweeds and doggie nose prints on the front door, the back door, and all the windows in the Dog Mobile. I sometimes spend more on food for them than I do for me. Shoving pills down Rocky’s throat twice a day. Realizing that it takes longer to pack for them to go to the kennel for a weekend than it does to pack my stuff for a weekend get away.
Sometimes I think that after Rocky and Millie are gone that I might like to try the dog-free lifestyle . . .
Then I have a dog-free weekend . . .
No 7 am wake up call to feed Millie because she just can’t wait another minute for breakfast. No prancing puppies all through the house because they “know” it’s the weekend and we go on adventures after Mommy has her cup of coffee. No wiggling doggie waiting at the front door when I come home from the grocery. Nobody racing to the back door when I say “time to feed the birdies!” No Millie barking as back-up when Rocky goes racing off the deck to chase the gopher down the alley. No sad Millie eyes when she lays her head on my lap to tell me she’s ready for bed . . . and her bedtime snack!
The house is too quiet. The house is too clean.
Maybe I’m not ready for the dog-free lifestyle