Doggy Smiles

The dog is grinning at me, curled up in a leather chair. She seems to know that furniture begins with fur. One of the problems with losing sight is being able to see pet hair on things. It has come down to using the fur roller on the the chairs and sofas at least a couple of times daily. Long hair pets come with extra maintenance, and this one is no exception. Demeter is the name that she chose for herself, out of a list of names of goddesses. It was the only name that she became excited over,  as if she recognized that name when she heard it spoken. She is an excellent pet and a great companion. She guards me with her life. That's the thing with rescue animals, their love and loyalty is just amazing. Once she got to the point where she realized that she would never go hungry or ever again be abused, she became a new creature. For a long time she would grab food from my plate and panic if her bowl got down to half full. I understood but had a hard time cooking or preparing food for a long time, knowing that if I stepped away from the counter or the table she would grab any food within reach. 

It's funny that the only thing that she'll play with are her stuffed "babies". She'll carry them around and mother them, putting them back in her toy basket most of the time when she's finished playing with them.

She used to not be allowed in our bedroom. For a long time she'd wait until we went to bed, listening for our breathing to become even with sleep. Then, she would sneak into our room, stopping to look at us in bed to be sure we were asleep. She would go to my side of the bed and lay down next to my nightstand very quietly, hoping no one would wake up and send her out of the room.

Now, when my husband gets up in the morning she jumps up on his side of the bed and naps until I get up.

My husband will sometimes ask her if she wants to go, usually when we're running a quick errand. She will dance and spin circles as she heads to the door. I miss being able to drive. I used to take her up to my old house out in the country on Monday mornings, and we'd stay there until Thursday afternoons. It was a place where she could run and play, not like here in the city. There were rabbits to chase, woods to explore, and dusty lanes to walk down, the nearest paved road being almost a mile away. We loved it out there.