The past 13 months have been very difficult for me. For the first time in 32 years I am without a cat. Let me give it to you in a chronological list: Oct 2012 Jericho kitty died, Nov 2012 Dusty the horse died and Mom became very ill, Dec 2012 Mom died, Jan 2013 Val Siniak died, Feb 2013 Daisy dog died, Mar I cleaned out some of mom’s stuff, April Mom’s birthday, May 2013 Ecuador trip where I nearly died from a intestinal virus, June I cleaned out ALL of Mom’s things, July was quiet and I got a puppy, August school started, September cancer diagnosis and a BIG problem with a dear friend, Oct 2013 cancer surgery and Sam kitty died, Nov 2013…so far no one has died and I am cancer free.
Brinkley isn’t helping.
I adopted Brinkley from the Harrison County Human Society. So far he has cost me about $600 in vet services plus the damage he has done to my home and yard. Brinkley turned 7 months old Nov 9th. He is a good old mutt who is a cutie pie. He can play fetch and has FINALLY figured out how to go potty OUTSIDE. He has been a big stressor in my life. I have seriously considered getting him a new home. He is a considerable handful! We have been together 3 1/2 months and he has spent that time trying to learn to be a good dog. It is very difficult to be a good dog when there are so many things to chew and eat. He keeps barking at me telling me to “Look! LOOK!” In fact he talks to me a lot. I have lost my temper with him several times. I have placed him in doggie timeout and forced him to sleep in the front bathroom. Every morning I pick-up and throw away his puppy pad while he tries to “help” me carry it to the trash can. Two weeks ago he started having dry pads. After a week of dry pads I bought him a new bed and put it in my bedroom. Every night I place him on his bed and turn out the lights. Five minutes later he is in bed with me. We’ve gone through the whole “this is your bed” training program. I quit trying when one night he carefully crawled onto my bed, snuggled up to me and gently sighed. Such contentment was expressed in that one sigh. Everything was right in Brinkley’s world at that moment.
My whole being relaxed at that same moment.
Brinkley is still a handful. He pulled up the vinyl flooring in the laundry room. He chewed holes in the rubber garden hose. He whines while I shower and complains about not getting all the treats at one time. He loves to watch the toilet flush and the dryer go ‘round. He has dug up every fall plant I put out in the back yard. He talks while I’m trying to watch my shows and sits on me when I’m trying to read. He is goofy. He makes me smile.
He gives great hugs.