My favorite color has always been pink. I’m partial to light pink but an occasional flash of fuchsia will grab my attention as well.
For example; I’ve decorated with pink and was delighted when blush started making its way into current design inspiration photos, My wardrobe includes stacks of pink sweaters and sweatshirts, I tried very hard to find a pink bike when I was searching for new wheels but I ultimately settled on a different color when I couldn’t find what I was envisioning, and this past Christmas I was surprised with a pink laptop when my old one pooped out.
Without a doubt, the best pink surprise I’ve recently been given was when I was told Pink Ribbon Girl would be ours. Yes, we are getting a Newfoundland puppy and the breeder decided that our family would be the best match for Pink Girl. I was secretly hoping that would be the case but it certainly feels like we were destined for each other!
We will be picking her up Saturday, and I’m sure she will be the inspiration for many blog posts in the future, so stay tuned!
via Daily Prompt: Pink
Have you ever had a pet get stuck in something? Maisie has locked herself in the bathroom a couple of times, but that’s not really what I saw last night. The closest comparison would be the time my son got his head stuck between two spindles of the staircase when he was about 2 years old.
While the dogs were eating their dinner I had my back to them and was fixing something for myself. I heard one of the stools get shoved into the kitchen island which isn’t really unusual. They get pushed around when the dogs are sniffing around on the floor looking for any remnants that may have been enthusiastically flung out of their bowl.
This time was different. I saw the stool get bashed into the island and then quickly bang into the kitchen cabinets. I got closer to investigate and there was Annie, wedged between the stool legs and panic was setting in. She started bucking and I quickly grabbed the stool so that hopefully she could walk through it before she hurt herself. It all happened so fast and I’m not really sure where all of her legs were but the stool was snugly wrapped around her middle. I was able to slide the stool down her back and lay it on the floor behind her. I tried to guide her hind legs over and out of the center of the stool but she just stood there like a statue. I know this posture, this is how she gets when she’s scared and there is no moving her if she isn’t willing. I talked to her softly and then she started moving her right leg. On the 3rd attempt she lifted it high enough to clear the bottom rung and was able to step away from the stool. She was free from of her crazy predicament!
Sweet Annie, there’s never a dull moment with her!
In early November I took the dogs to a forest preserve that we had not previously explored. It was a gorgeous, sunny day and I was excited to walk through the woods and see what we would see. Just prior to our walk, I had finished a phone conversation with a friend who just a few days before had received an unexpected, devastating health diagnosis. I didn’t know it then, but this would be the last time I spoke to her. The following day she was moved into ICU and put on life support. It is all so hard to understand.
After I hung up the phone, the tears began to flow and somehow in my heart, I knew things would never be the same again. As I looked down at the dog’s eager faces, I figured a walk in the woods was exactly what I needed at that time.
I let the dogs lead the way and surrounded by the fresh air, the blue sky and the sun shining through the trees, I began to feel the peace of the moment take over my emotions. We were the only ones out there and all that I could hear were the leaves crunching under our feet and a babbling stream that was out of sight. By the time we found our way back to the car, my heartache had eased a bit and my head felt clear.
We’ve gone back to this place a few times, and just like that first experience, I am able let go of all of the things that are on my mind. I never shared this place with my friend, but when I am there I can’t help but think of her. Each time it gets a little easier as I remember the tiny moments we shared. Things I had forgotten that somehow come flooding back when there is no one else around aside from my dogs. It’s a place we all enjoy and I consider it a retreat from all of the stresses that swirl around as life goes on.
When Annie first came home she was very shy and quiet. She was reluctant to come when called and preferred to observe us from afar. I would catch fleeting black glimpses out of the corner of my eye but when I turned she would be gone. I started to think of her as Annie the Friendly Ghost. She would wait until we were pre-occupied and would quietly leave her crate to see what we were doing. I chose to let these moments pass “unnoticed” because she was trying to figure out her new situation and if she was safe.
Slowly, she started to trust us and became more comfortable searching us out. It took months for her to join us in another room and the ghosting became less frequent. She now follows me throughout the house and lays down at my feet where ever I may be. It’s so normal to have her nearby that I forgot about Annie the Friendly Ghost until something sparked the memory the other day. It brought a smile to my face to realize how much she has changed as she stomps through the house, no longer trying to be as quiet and unnoticeable as possible.
via Daily Prompt: Ghost