Two week checkpoint

Someone needs to clean this mirror (ignore my terrible leg position, I was trying to get him to say cheese for the camera)
Someday, big furry puppy, you'll stop puffing out your belly,
and chewing on your bit like an overgrown dog.
Post-losing a few more pounds, you'll be able to get off your god-forsaken diet,
and not act like you've never been fed before,
digging your nose through the trash.
Someday you won't be scared of the dark,
your own reflection,
and the coyotes that rustle through the grass and howl at night.
Okay, it's fine to be nervous at the coyotes,
but not the birds that flit through the arena.
Someday you'll start paying attention to the little girls who gush over you,
instead of ignoring them for the men who you think are coming to feed you.
A hint: little girls are always carrying treats and candies.
You'll learn to stop getting poop all over your spiffy new blanket,
and ruining every single new thing that I buy you.
This spring, you'll shed your winter sweater, grow sleek and shiny, just in time to sweat buckets
in the summertime.
And we'll finally cut your hair.
Someday I'll talk about you less,
someday.

Comments

  1. oh, you're in love :) xoxo

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  2. No time soon, I hope.

    Maybe he was underfed as a puppy and that gave him food anxiety. Whatever his past, he's a lucky boy now.

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  3. Don't talk less! Don't! Talk more and more, and feed us bits and pieces about him and your life with him like treats in your pocket.

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  4. xxx love this. so funny how he's interested in men with food rather than girls who gush over him :) sounds like piri! anyone who has food is his new best friend!

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  5. What a beauty. You should talk as much about him as you want! What, may I ask, happened to our dear friend Ike? xo

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  6. oh this is just so adorable. i love hearing about how he is doing, how you are doing. actually last night i had a dream i was petting a big brown horse. was this a premonition? are you bringing him with you to portland?

    marla is still so terrified of the dumbest things. stairs are the worst. we can't walk by a set of stairs that goes down. luckily there are not many when we are out walking. garbage cans are scary too, and shadows. walking her always makes me feel like we are being followed, with her always wanting to cross the street to avoid her trigger points, looking over her shoulder.

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  7. This is such an adorable post to the max! What a beautiful horse!

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  8. No, please don't talk about him less! I love hearing about how he's adjusting and settling in with you. :)

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  9. You definitely don't have to talk about him less. I hope he's settling in more and more every day. Did you rescue him? Is that why he's so skittish?

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