My brain is so full that it’s hard to sort through it all and write a blog post.
Usually, around the first of the year, I take some time to reflect on the previous year and ponder what I might want to do differently in the future.
It’s not so much a time of making resolutions, like “I’m going to lose ten pounds,” although I’d like to do that too. It’s more thinking about the path I’ve been on and if I want to switch it up some to get to the place I’d like to be next year.
But I don’t want to get too much into that now because, like I said, my brain is way too overwhelmed by clutter to concentrate in the way that deep thought would require.
Instead, I’ll go with some simple, basic reporting on the goings on around this here place. Like this:
I’ve been letting Latte stay out of her crate in the morning for a couple weeks now. She’s loose in the house until around noon, when she gets a pottie break and then she goes into her crate in the afternoon, until I get home from work.
Everything was going great until the lure of leather became too much for her itty-bitty, pinball terrier brain.
Yeah, my leather couch and love seat are the only pieces of furniture I own that are fairly new. Any other significant pieces of furniture I came by from my Mom’s old house so this was a hard blow for me. But maybe it would have been even worse if she’d gotten something with emotional significance bound up in its wood and fiber.
One of my sisters suggested that I use some duct tape. My response was “To repair the couch or to tape Latte’s mouth shut?” I’ll look for a leather repair person and see what they can do, and Latte will probably remain confined in her crate when I’m not home for the rest of her natural life.
I mean Latte hasn’t even bothered the Christmas tree decorations, beyond a few wrestling matches.
In fact, I’ve caught her in this meditative state a few times recently and am wondering how many things I haven’t yet discovered that she’s asking forgiveness for.
And then there’s Shy’s drug problem… Java’s been trying to council her but I’m not sure she’s getting through.
No wonder I can’t think straight around here! But alas, how can I not adore these two?