As that wise old sage Ricky Gervais once said, "We don't deserve dogs". The curls, the snout, the bloody barking, the company, the inability to listen... a perfect bundle of joy. I look at Bryn - my boy - and I'm almost convinced that any second he'll say something. And hopefully, I think he'd care to mutter: "I'm here, everything is going to be alright."
Thank you so much for reading! I bet Bryn would say that to you if he could! I think my boy would ask me why I’m not worried about all these darn squirrels in the yard! :)
This is beautiful, and I completely relate as a fellow dog owner. My dog has changed my life and I love her to pieces for it. Getting a puppy sparked my creative path that eventually got me writing. I could have never guessed that was going to happen. I'd love to share my story about that one day as you've shared this lovely story about your dogs
Aw, thank you, Lisa! That’s wonderful your girl has sparked your creative journey. I’d absolutely love to read that when you get the time to write it! :) xx
Oh, what a gift Flynn was to you. I’m glad he, and later Suki, brought you distraction and joy. I’m not an animal person at all but I love hearing stories like this. I think dogs make wonderful companions.
Thank you, Cathy! They truly have brought me so much joy, though they are sometimes very naughty! They really do make excellent companions, especially as my husband works very long hours and my family lives abroad. I only have to pick up a stuffed toy, and they’re ready to play! :)
Twenty years after my initial diagnosis of metastatic breast cancer, I'm still hangin' in. My late Golden Retriever, the Darling Carling, stuck to me like glue throughout the days I could not get off the couch except to shower to go for another round of chemo. She would've come in the shower with me if I had let her!
I hope, like me, twenty years from now you can look back on your treatment days as a closed chapter in your life. Something you can write about with the dispassion - probably not quite the word I am looking for - that comes with the passage of time.
Thank you so much, what a lovely comment. And wow, twenty years on from your initial diagnosis! That’s absolutely remarkable, congratulations! I’m thinking of you and Carling today. She sounds like the best girl ever, and I’m sure you must miss her very much xx
She was a neurotic mess actually, but when she passed away at 13, I was well on the way to recovery and I firmly believe she had a great deal to do with my survival.
As that wise old sage Ricky Gervais once said, "We don't deserve dogs". The curls, the snout, the bloody barking, the company, the inability to listen... a perfect bundle of joy. I look at Bryn - my boy - and I'm almost convinced that any second he'll say something. And hopefully, I think he'd care to mutter: "I'm here, everything is going to be alright."
Wonderful piece. Really enjoyed it.
Thank you so much for reading! I bet Bryn would say that to you if he could! I think my boy would ask me why I’m not worried about all these darn squirrels in the yard! :)
This is beautiful, and I completely relate as a fellow dog owner. My dog has changed my life and I love her to pieces for it. Getting a puppy sparked my creative path that eventually got me writing. I could have never guessed that was going to happen. I'd love to share my story about that one day as you've shared this lovely story about your dogs
Aw, thank you, Lisa! That’s wonderful your girl has sparked your creative journey. I’d absolutely love to read that when you get the time to write it! :) xx
How wonderful. Tell us about ur dogs and our hearts are yours
Ha, I do wholly believe that! :)
Oh, what a gift Flynn was to you. I’m glad he, and later Suki, brought you distraction and joy. I’m not an animal person at all but I love hearing stories like this. I think dogs make wonderful companions.
Thank you, Cathy! They truly have brought me so much joy, though they are sometimes very naughty! They really do make excellent companions, especially as my husband works very long hours and my family lives abroad. I only have to pick up a stuffed toy, and they’re ready to play! :)
Twenty years after my initial diagnosis of metastatic breast cancer, I'm still hangin' in. My late Golden Retriever, the Darling Carling, stuck to me like glue throughout the days I could not get off the couch except to shower to go for another round of chemo. She would've come in the shower with me if I had let her!
I hope, like me, twenty years from now you can look back on your treatment days as a closed chapter in your life. Something you can write about with the dispassion - probably not quite the word I am looking for - that comes with the passage of time.
Thank you so much, what a lovely comment. And wow, twenty years on from your initial diagnosis! That’s absolutely remarkable, congratulations! I’m thinking of you and Carling today. She sounds like the best girl ever, and I’m sure you must miss her very much xx
She was a neurotic mess actually, but when she passed away at 13, I was well on the way to recovery and I firmly believe she had a great deal to do with my survival.
Beautiful writing, as always. I think I met you not long before Flynn burst into your life. How lucky Flynn is to get you as a mom.
Thank you for the prompt. It’s making my anxious, cynical, compare-myself-to-others self think hard about a bunch of things. ❤️😘
Ha, I think you may have met me smack bang in the middle of my ‘angry’ phase :)
I’m right there with you on the anxious, cynical, self-comparing struggle bus. It’s a daily challenge! I’ve been thinking of you and send my love xx