I have written about our big pup many many times. He is the love of my mother’s life (usually) and a true and loyal friend. He is also the biggest thing in our house. The clumsiest and the messiest pup I have ever known. I watched him shake his head in the living room this morning. The sun was streaming through the storm door and I watched as the slobber and water from his chin flew all over the television set and furniture. Now, again, why isn’t our house tidy? He is so big that when he smells bad the whole house smells bad. Yet, when he plays with his squeaky toys, he is so dear and happy. He jumps at them and picks them up and throws them across the room. He also shakes the entire house when he does this, but we don’t really care. He is an integral part of our lives and has given Mom a reason to “be”. She has to be there to take care of her baby. He needs food and water and love and going outside. He is her reason to continue and care. I wonder how many other elderly people would benefit by having somebody to care for, if only it weren’t so expensive? I see Mom touch his face and I see God. At least, that’s what I think of when I think of God. Pure love. I’m not proselytizing, but that is what I see. Of course, I also see two ornery critters going toe to toe, but it is not often that that occurs. Sometimes I think how easy it would be without a Grover in my life. No pitch black walks in predawn mornings. No expensive food, vet bills, or home made treats. Nobody so happy when I get home they whimper. No body slam in the living room on the way out for our morning walks. Nobody to bark a warning at a dangerous bunny or squirrel. Nobody to care when I come home alone. He is family. There are those who don’t like animals or pets of any kind. That’s ok, too. I just can’t imagine my life without my Grover. And, thankfully, I don’t have to.
I’m feeling less pissy today. Can you tell??? I’m still picking up the “little pink scarf” and working on it from time to time, but for the most part I have bupkis to show. The weather has been too nice and there is yard work (I accidentally typed yarn for yard, how Freudian) so with Ike moving in this weekend, I’m hoping to have a bit more time to put into it. The ball of yarn has been growing. I think it’s some sort of physics type thingy, but I”m not scientific, so I don’t really know.
Soundtrack? How about a little 1973 Led Zeppelin? Black Dog. Enjoy
Have a good one!!!!