Happy!
13 years ago
Well, my birthday has come and gone again. This year brought relatively little in the gifts department- I had to pay for the birthday dinner I was invited to, for instance… very nice. Still, nothing topped the foreclosure summons stuck in my doorframe the other day. Still, I find myself strangely uplifted. I turned 38 this year, I'm losing the house I've spent the last 25 years in, and I haven't been invited to my school's 20th reunion.
But I doubt I could be any happier. Things suck relatively badly right now, but I'm looking forward to the challenges ahead. I'm rebuilding my credit by paying off my old debts, I'm learning how to build my house, and I finally have a plan for what to do with Mum and all the damn cats. I guess everything is better when you have a big goofy Great Dane to come home to every night… She just came in here and drooled all over me and my Scootaloo t-shirt while I was writing this. She's about 2 years old now, and I absolutely love her. I had someone call me a "hero" the other day, for taking the time (and space) to keep such a lovely creature in my care.
She was there when my Dad was dying- she used to steal his donuts when he would let down his guard. He loved her, even though he would complain about this huge dog taking up all the space. She loved my dad, too- she barked furiously at the paramedics when they came to carry him away for the last time… She looked for him after he was gone, and she continued to do so until the day we took his chair away. It was then, she knew he wasn't coming back.
Its hard to think about the fact that most of the time, these guys only live for 7 years. That's why that woman called me a "hero"… The fact that I would knowingly take on that kind of "burden". Someday, someday soon, I will have to say goodbye to her- that big, goofy, wonderful, and oblivious black dog. The one that, at this very moment, is bothering my Mum with her cold black nose, trying to wrest me away from my computer to take her for a walk. She knows that if she annoys Mum enough, I'll HAVE to come get her… I can't wait to see how she negotiates the stairs in Fluttershy's cottage. She'll probably do just fine… having her IS an awful lot like having a pony… Although I doubt ponies would ever drool this much. Or pick up so many fleas.
Someday, those long ribbons of drool will no longer adhere to my jeans, the half chewed bones will stop being hidden in the couch, and I wont be awoken at 5 o' clock in the morning to let her out.
Still, I am happy.
Its good to be somepony's hero.
But I doubt I could be any happier. Things suck relatively badly right now, but I'm looking forward to the challenges ahead. I'm rebuilding my credit by paying off my old debts, I'm learning how to build my house, and I finally have a plan for what to do with Mum and all the damn cats. I guess everything is better when you have a big goofy Great Dane to come home to every night… She just came in here and drooled all over me and my Scootaloo t-shirt while I was writing this. She's about 2 years old now, and I absolutely love her. I had someone call me a "hero" the other day, for taking the time (and space) to keep such a lovely creature in my care.
She was there when my Dad was dying- she used to steal his donuts when he would let down his guard. He loved her, even though he would complain about this huge dog taking up all the space. She loved my dad, too- she barked furiously at the paramedics when they came to carry him away for the last time… She looked for him after he was gone, and she continued to do so until the day we took his chair away. It was then, she knew he wasn't coming back.
Its hard to think about the fact that most of the time, these guys only live for 7 years. That's why that woman called me a "hero"… The fact that I would knowingly take on that kind of "burden". Someday, someday soon, I will have to say goodbye to her- that big, goofy, wonderful, and oblivious black dog. The one that, at this very moment, is bothering my Mum with her cold black nose, trying to wrest me away from my computer to take her for a walk. She knows that if she annoys Mum enough, I'll HAVE to come get her… I can't wait to see how she negotiates the stairs in Fluttershy's cottage. She'll probably do just fine… having her IS an awful lot like having a pony… Although I doubt ponies would ever drool this much. Or pick up so many fleas.
Someday, those long ribbons of drool will no longer adhere to my jeans, the half chewed bones will stop being hidden in the couch, and I wont be awoken at 5 o' clock in the morning to let her out.
Still, I am happy.
Its good to be somepony's hero.
I know times are tough right now but it sounds like you are keeping a good attitude and that is the only way to go! Always good to get a fresh start