around here without Watty. There's a stillness returned that i guess we hadn't realized was missing. Was, anyway, a stillness...till about 4:00 when rottencocker Max ate half a jar of wood putty before i caught him and raced off to the vet. It was only six weeks ago when he spent the night in the emergency room after helping himself to a bottle of Advil. He's actually just getting back to health after that close call and I guess he was maybe a little unsettled by the quiet, needing some excitement like an addict needing a fix. Like me if i don't get my morning coffee.
The rest of us, me and the pack, reacted differently. We had a nice nap. No more hurried trips up and down the stairs to go outside. Nobody climbing on us and biting our ears. It was a relief after the weeks of puppy busyness to just lie around weeping cause he's gone. I'm not denying it hurts. It does. But this old body's tired and in need of some recovery and well, I guess 24 hours has to be enough cause I've got a new pregnant tenant arriving this morning.
I haven't met Molly yet but she sounds like a sweetheart...some kind of grinning tan mix who came in as a stray...a healthy, well-fed, well mannered dog who, we have to assume, only recently found herself on the street. But nobody came to claim her and it's just by the grace of Watty's adoption that there's room for her in foster care. There wasn't time for us to have a meet & greet at the shelter cause she's apparently close to delivery time and if she doesn't get out of there fast, neither she nor her puppies will survive.
I'll take notes and send pictures as the new adventure unfolds.
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