My day started on the couch with Naya. Eating oatmeal with blueberries.
She is settling in quite nicely. I still see the look of nervousness on her face at times, but for the most part, she seems comfortable.
I just want her to know that this is it. You're home. It's ok. No one is going to take you to another place, ever again.
She is definitely a chow hound. I am pretty sure she was fed table scraps. The story is that her owners were deported, from Georgia, and she was abandoned. It is obvious that she has had puppies, at least once. She is supposed to be between 2 and 3 years old.
She only has to go out to do her business 3 times a day.
When she does go out, she stand there, looking at the expanse of my fenced in yard, and you can almost hear her thinking...........whattttttttt?????????
When there is less snow, she will investigate it more.
But she is obviously impressed.
I miss my Roy. He was the best, best boy. But there is nothing that makes that ache less, than giving love to another dog who so desperately needs it. It brings tears to your eyes, in sadness, and in joy.
I look back at the dogs in my life, from Chip when I was a toddler, to Naya. There was a lot of love and life lessons along the way, that I wouldn't change for anything.
Litter boxes changed.
Towels washed and dried and pressed.
Then I did a little weaving. Naya came in and stood there listening to the loom, tilting her head. Her ears perked up.
Then she sat behind my stool.
So I went and got Roy's old blanket, and put it down next to the loom.
That's all she wanted.
Yesterday afternoon was somewhat of a blitz. Got the jagged light in my eye about 12:30. Took some Advil and laid on the couch. Two hours later, and some dozing off, still had the headache.
So I didn't get much done. Guess I have to be ok with that.
Then today, when I shut the loom down, and made myself a cuppa tea, sure enough, here it comes again.
Whiskey tango foxtrot.
I never, ever can figure out my migraines. I can go months without one, then boom, 2 or 3 in a week.
And there's just nothing I can do, but take some Advil, lie down, close my eyes, and give into it.
I made this soup from the NY Times. I told Lois I thought it would be very boring, but surprise, we both loved it.
Potato, leek, cabbage soup.
Easy and delicious.
My intended longer post is going to have to wait for another day......my head insists.
Naya says "toodles".