Oliver's first day at homeAugust 31, 2009
This is Oliver. We got him from Animal Rescue League last Monday after meeting him the day before. His previous owner(s) left him tied to a tree with a note saying that he got too big. Wellll he's not to big for this joint. He's about eight months old and he loves to play and go for walks. He's a smart cookie, and when he wants you to play with him, he whips a toy at your leg (or, if you happen to be sitting, he has extraordinary aim and can smack you in the head with said toy). He loves to be around us, and if only one of us is home, he follows that person from room to room. If both of us are home, he runs back and forth between the two, not wanting to miss any excitement.
Sigh.
I have always wanted a dog of my own. I grew up with dogs--my parents currently have five. I couldn't wait for the day that I could finally get one. Now that that day has arrived, I feel...pressured? I'm not sure what I feel yet. I think that part of the problem is that the past few weeks had already been so hectic--packing up the old apartment and cleaning, coordinating a move, moving in and unpacking, home and back for Chris and Jillian's wedding, beginning my MBA, and a very busy time at work with the beginning of the school year. I've felt as though my head has been spinning lately, and this just made it go at turbo speed.
I hesitate to write any of this, because I do love this dog. He's very sweet, and needed a good home, and I'm so glad that we can provide that for him. When I look at him, I can already tell how happy he is. In fact, as I write this, I can see him sleeping in his big blue bed, and he looks so peaceful. It's just the matter of how much extra everything this adds on to life--extra time, extra effort, not to mention extra money. A part of me is yelling, "what were you thinking?!" The other part though, is telling that part to grow up. And maybe that's what this is about.
Oliver wakes up around 6:50 am, like clockwork. It doesn't matter if it's the weekend, he is UP and ready to go for his morning walk. As his owners and sharers-of-the-bedroom, we no longer have the option of sleeping in until 10 am (or even 8, as far as he is concerned). It doesn't matter if it's chilly outside, or if we didn't sleep well the night before, or if we have a million and a half things on our plates for the day--his needs have to take priority over all of that. There's nothing like a dog to magnify your selfishness...
And so, I will continue to love this dog. I will wake up in the morning at take him for a walk (you know, unless PJ wants to let me sleep in for a few...). I will play with him and let him know that he is with people who want him and who don't think that he's too big to take care of.
Gotta go...Oliver wants to play!
Sigh.
I have always wanted a dog of my own. I grew up with dogs--my parents currently have five. I couldn't wait for the day that I could finally get one. Now that that day has arrived, I feel...pressured? I'm not sure what I feel yet. I think that part of the problem is that the past few weeks had already been so hectic--packing up the old apartment and cleaning, coordinating a move, moving in and unpacking, home and back for Chris and Jillian's wedding, beginning my MBA, and a very busy time at work with the beginning of the school year. I've felt as though my head has been spinning lately, and this just made it go at turbo speed.
I hesitate to write any of this, because I do love this dog. He's very sweet, and needed a good home, and I'm so glad that we can provide that for him. When I look at him, I can already tell how happy he is. In fact, as I write this, I can see him sleeping in his big blue bed, and he looks so peaceful. It's just the matter of how much extra everything this adds on to life--extra time, extra effort, not to mention extra money. A part of me is yelling, "what were you thinking?!" The other part though, is telling that part to grow up. And maybe that's what this is about.
Oliver wakes up around 6:50 am, like clockwork. It doesn't matter if it's the weekend, he is UP and ready to go for his morning walk. As his owners and sharers-of-the-bedroom, we no longer have the option of sleeping in until 10 am (or even 8, as far as he is concerned). It doesn't matter if it's chilly outside, or if we didn't sleep well the night before, or if we have a million and a half things on our plates for the day--his needs have to take priority over all of that. There's nothing like a dog to magnify your selfishness...
And so, I will continue to love this dog. I will wake up in the morning at take him for a walk (you know, unless PJ wants to let me sleep in for a few...
Gotta go...Oliver wants to play!
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