Still alive! Just busy with life, but I did take a little time to chat with Sarah—wanna see what I had to say?
FollowThe dog next door
June 7, 2011
My kids have wanted a dog for a really long time. But not as long as I have wanted one.
There have always been valid excuses: When I was younger it was that I worked really long hours, far from home. And then it was that I was too busy with three young kids. Finally, it was that my two–and then one–elderly cats needed to be let to pass on quietly, without the stress of a puppy in their lives.
As Cally, my beloved 19 1/2 year old cat, took her last low, rattly breaths, Jilly went over to say goodbye, patted her head, then looked up to me and asked plaintively, NOW can we get a dog?
Well, not just yet. Summer is too frenetic for us this year to make me want to bring in another family member. But soon after. . .
Fortunately for all of us, we have had a dog all along, just he’s not quite “ours”. He’s our next-door neighbor’s dog, a big black lab named Bailey. From the moment he appeared as a puppy, he has been part of our lives even if we don’t house him, feed him, take him to the vet or even walk him. (my husband says he is the perfect dog for these reasons)
Thankfully we have the best neighbors ever who don’t even blink an eye when they find one of us in their yard (again) playing/patting/talking to Bailey. They know if Bailey hops his electric fence after a deer or rabbit, that we’ll bring him home, happy that he is safe. Last week, Bailey even came into our cat-free home for the first time and I marveled at how huge he seemed in our kitchen. (mental note: I’ll need a smaller dog if I hope to keep my food from disappearing off the counters).
There is no question that Bailey loves us as much as we love him. If I call his name, he does the whole-body wiggle in anticipation of my visit, and last winter, after not seeing him for a while, he practically spoke to me as I crunched across the snow to say hello.
And if an unfamiliar car or stranger comes up our driveway, he will bark with the ferocity of the best guard dogs out there. Only our driveway, though, not his own. I doubt he’d do anything to a stranger other than lick them, but it always makes me feel a little safer when I hear his booming bark.
If all goes well, by the fall, we’ll have a dog of our own to love. But, one of the first things we’ll do when we bring our new bundle home? Introduce him to Bailey to insure that they become fast friends.
Do you untag ugly photos?
May 31, 2011
I ran a 5k yesterday (yay for me and my two girls who did it too!).
As I sprinted to the finish line, I knew the look on my face was one of sweaty determination. But as soon as I saw my husband (and his camera), I put on a happy face—both to high-five my little guy and because the camera was there.
But then last night, my good friend Shannon posted this photo of me on Facebook and quipped, “Christina coming in for the finish. Are you going to remove this picture Christina?“
She had a point—NOT a great shot of me. I’m soaked, from the water I dumped on my head, the hose young girls pointed at us as we ran past, and sweat. I look every bit the 10+ pounds heavier than I should be. And, my expression is not flattering.
I was tempted to untag but I haven’t yet, and Shannon later said it best: “It’s a “real” picture…I like it!”
Like my decision to (sometimes) don a bikini even when my body isn’t at its best, I’m trying to be ok with how I look at this moment. Even when this moment is sweaty, tired and not camera-ready.
(though, this photo of me disco dancing instead of stretching? It’s a keeper, a ridiculous keeper)
