(Not an homage to my secret boyfriend, Cesar Milan. In case you were wondering…)
Okay, so, the M-F’ing dentist thing is still going on and driving me batshit. I went to the dentist (endodontic stuff is completed) to get my new crown and, thinking I would just hop in the chair, pop off the old crown and pop on the new one didn’t happen. The office manager told me she would order and have the crown before the appointment but, ohhhhhhh…. Noooooo…. She di’n’t. So, instead of being there for, oh, I don’t know, twenty minutes, I was there for an hour and forty five minutes while the dentist took off the old crown, cleaned up the nubby tooth, and put on a temporary crown. I go back a week from tomorrow for the new, permanent crown. Supposedly.
I just tried eating dinner: pasta with spinach and cheese. The M-F’ing temporary crown came off in my mouth and I almost swallowed it. The spinach was acting like dental floss, all wrapped up under it and, POP! WTF. I swear to God. M-F’r. Holy Christ. I immediately emailed the office manager and asked her to squeeze me in tomorrow so I could, once again, take time off from work to go take care of some M-F’ing BS work not done correctly (or thoroughly or appropriately or exactly) by this dental office.
*sigh*
Anywho…
Bo is doing well. He’s just the sweetest, most well-mannered little pooter… ever. I can’t understand why those people would even think about putting him down just because he kept trying to escape from their house. I mean, I’ve seen crazy and he just ain’t crazy, man. He’s a darling and has really gotten along well with everyone in the household. He’s even doing well with the cat and, well, let’s face it; no one really gets along well with that cat except Mojo. Bo seems to round out this menagerie quite nicely. He is, however, slightly arthritic and, every night he asks (Yes, he actually asks…) to get up on the couch and promptly goes to sleep. He has a fairly strict schedule and just drops once he’s tired. He is kind of old-man-ish like that but he keeps up with the other dogs during the day and tolerates the boys’ antics and has plenty of energy and personality to trick me into giving him a cookie.
Of course, I am his personal Jesus and that suits me just fine. He follows me like a little shadow and always wants to go everywhere with me. He rides well in the truck and loves to go to PetSmart. He doesn’t cause trouble and if there’s trouble to be had, he slinks and cringes and hides. Poor little soul… He acts like someone is going to kick the crap out of him if you look at him sideways. I believe someone(s) did just that and, each time he acts scared (scarred), I go out of my way to comfort and soothe him.
I truly believe the reason he fits in so well is because Lulu is a healer dog. I got her from the pound after I had to put my little cattle dog, Osita, to sleep because she went crazy and tried to kill herself by jumping through a closed window. Osita was a horrendous ordeal and I finally had had enough. So, when I heard that neighbor woman say she was going to put Bo down, I somewhat understand her angst but I do not believe she gave him the chance he deserved. I tried everything, and I mean, almost go to the break the bank place of EVERYTHING, to help Osita. The vet recommended I put her down. It was awful.
My heart was broken and Lulu, goofy little puppy that she was/is, helped in the healing. Then Angela and I got together and Lulu was perfect with the boys. Then, Lulu got DeMarcus talking and it was almost as if she’d performed a miracle. Then she peed on the back porch and in the basement a bunch of times and I realized she wasn’t a saint and I got mad at her but forgave her, just the same. God knows… If I had to pee outside in the Chicago cold I might consider it better to pee in the basement…
Criminy. What in the hell am I talking about? I digress…
Lulu wouldn’t put up with Bo’s territorialism over the food bowl and gently told him it wasn’t okay. He responded positively because she wasn’t going to fight him but she wasn’t going to put up with his crap, either. I love the simplicity of dog relationships. It just is what it is and… Hey, Man… Deal with it. Yesterday, I caught the cat rubbing up against Lulu in a totally, “I love you” kind of way. When he saw me see him, he flipped his tail and strutted off as if nothing had happened. Uh huh. We all feel that way, Kitty Q, and it’s nothing to be all-cat-ashamed-I-just-loved-on-the-dog-like. Lulu is our healing heart pup.
Bo now sleeps next to Lulu and actually lets Mr. Spazz-o, Mojo, lay almost on top of him. He has short hair and knows Mojo is a curly little heater. I bought him a sweater and he tolerates it but would prefer to wear Mojo especially when they are outside. Lulu lets him eat out of her bowl. He picks out the soft bits (the best part) and then goes back to eating out of his bowl. It’s really sweet. I think she knows he’s an old guy who had a rough first part of his life.
We are all willing to cut him some slack. It’s easy. Love him up, let him sleep on the couch, give him the soft bits, and the rewards are definitely worth it. He looks at Lulu with adoring eyes. He leans into me and almost hugs me with his paws. He licks the boys gently. He squishes in with Angela and snuggles with her. He walks by the cat really fast and averts eye contact. (He’s a smart, smart dog.) If he has to go out in the middle of the night, he is the only soul brave enough to attempt to awaken me. He will gently put his paws up, lifts my hand or arm with his nose, and then carefully stands back with ears alert. He’s been doing this all week, around 3 (formerly 4) in the morning because of Daylight Savings time. He’s so sweet about it that I automatically get up and let him out.
Life is good. Dog psychology is fascinating. Bo is happy. TDC (The Damn Cat) is happy (and right now is messing with Mojo under my desk.) Lulu is happy all the time. I love that about her. The boys are having trouble adjusting to this weirdness with bedtime and Daylight Savings. Two meltdowns each this week is enough! I think Angela and I are experiencing some sleep deprivation from all of it. We’ll be okay… If we can just get a few minutes, hours, days (God have Mercy!) ALONE!
Now, if I can just get this dental thingy done and over with, all will be well. ‘Cause, you know, the holidays are right around the corner. I cannot believe that it is November already. Where did this year go and, wow, a lot has happened. It’s all good. Every morning I click my heels together and tell myself there’s no place like home. Then Lulu, Mojo, and Bo come bounding into the office and shower me with love as if they haven’t seen me in a week.
I really love that.
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