Now that Buddy’s been here for a few weeks I remember all that I’ve missed by not having a dog in my life.
Like always having a supply of poop bags in my pocket, and never assuming a trip outdoors won’t call for one.
And keeping a ball cap handy for heading outdoors first thing in the morning.
Being able to tell the time based on the way the neighborhood sounds. Do you also have a neighbor that mows at 6 am?
Identifying the Cool House by the number of pee-mails found there. I trust Buddy to fill me in on that one.
Calling neighbors not by their names but by the breed of dog they live with.
As much as I love the cats, there’s just something different about living with a dog.
During our follow-up visit to the vet she voiced concern that Buddy could have low thyroid levels so she sent off a blood sample for testing and it appears she was correct. He’s started on meds and we’ll follow up in a month for more bloodwork so see how he’s doing. This would explain part of his skin problems (he also has allergies) and maybe his feverish desire to snack in the litterbox.
I am living alone now. Buddy and the cats seem to be taking it well. I’m less stressed and I’m sure they sense that. Now the work around here truly begins.