Over the Memorial Day weekend we went to Ella's first carnival...well, the first carnival that she was really able to participate in. She had a blast.
It's true. If you have a really warped sense of humor you can't just turn it off. Not for any reason, in any situation.
As you may know, we had to have my dog Indy put to sleep earlier this week. It's been awful. We left him at the vet's office to be cremated. The following is a conversation that took place between my husband and me yesterday:
ME: We got something in the mail from the Vet's office. It looks like a card. I couldn't open it...
Him: Hm...what do you think it is?
ME: Welllllllll...my best guess is that it's a sympathy card. However, I guess that they could be sending us Indy.
Him: *look of disbelief*
Him: *more silence*
Him: You know, that's not even funny...
ME: I know...
Don't worry. I cried later.
There is a little piece of heart inside this black hole somewhere.
Today a 14 year relationship ended.
You never fully understand loss until it happens to you. You may have watched friends or family members go through it. You may have commiserated. But until it's you, you really don't get it.
Today we put my dog Indy to sleep.
We acquired Indy much the same way we have our other pets. Namely? We're suckers for those pet adoptions they hold at various locations like pet stores. One sunny Texas afternoon about 14 years ago we made it into one of those stores to buy fish food. We left $300 later with a funny looking little dog that I *thought* was a German Shepard (I had always wanted one) and all the puppy acoutremonts. When he didn't grow above about 40 pounds, our best guess - with the Vet's input as well as many others, even strangers on the street - was that he was a cross between a Norwegian Elkhound and a German Shepard.
Todd and I weren't yet married when we got Indy (or he selected us, it's all very cloudy now), but the intention was for Indy to live with Todd but be "my" dog. He immediately bonded with Todd (of course), but somewhere down the line that switched and he was 110% my dog. (It may have happened after he ate the corner off of Todd's house outside. I'm not sure.)
Indy was faithful. He was smarter than any dog I've ever met and picked up quickly. It was great fun to teach him stupid pet tricks to show off to people (like standing on his hind legs and going around in a circle whenever I said, "Go around!"). He was eager to please me. He slept at my feet. He sat in my office for endless hours of work. He moved from room to room with me. He was always there (even if he had to tolerate sharing his bed with the cats in my office).
Indy loved the water. He loved people food - especially sharing my McDonald's bacon-egg-and-cheese biscuit. He liked going places, but he hated riding in the car. He loved being in the middle of everybody and everything going on.
Indy wasn't the cutest dog, especially when we first got him. He had these pointed ears that stuck straight up - bigger than his whole head. But he had a way of growing on people. I remember my mom saying, "He's kind of ugly" when she first saw him. By the end of that weekend, he had won her over. Same with my grandma - who said she didn't like animals in the house - but allowed Indy. He ran into the other room to check on her each time she coughed. She said, "I guess if I had a dog like that I would let him in the house." That's just how he was. You did things for and around him that you usually wouldn't. He was a great sport.
No, he wasn't perfect, but he was my dog. He was a great pet. He was an amazing companion. And for 14 years he was my buddy.
Thanks for tuning in today to yet another edition of More Riveting Marital Conversations:
ME: You know Ming Ming on Wonder Pets?
ME: Do you think Ming Ming's a boy or a girl?
Him: *with certainty* She's a girl.
ME: Um, how do you know?
Him: Because when they were on the episode with the grass skirts she's the only one that had on a coconut bra.
ME: You know, I can already tell Ella and I are going to have little personal jokes that no one else gets when she grows up.
Him: Why do you think that?
ME: Well, we already do it. Something will happen and we will look at each other at the same time and start laughing.
Him: *paranoia* I'm going to be the butt of all the jokes, aren't I?
ME: Whatttteeeever would make you think that?
Him: Why do you have an overexposed Xray-type picture of a leaf on your desktop?
ME: Because I like it.
Him: I have a picture of the three girls on mine. You have a picture of a leaf.
Him: Think about it...
Him: What are you working on?
ME: I'm trying to make the bookstore website do something.
Him: *peering over my shoulder*
Him: Can't you just write a code to make it do that magically. *waves hand*
ME: NO TODD. I CAN'T JUST WRITE A CODE TO MAKE THAT MAGICALLY HAPPEN.
Him: Oh. Too bad
ME: Ella's poopy again
Him: AHHHH COME ON. I just changed the last one.
ME: Rock-Paper-Scissors you for it?
Him: Sure. One-two-three...
ME: DAMN IT!
ME: Did you get a lottery ticket?
ME: Great. I'm going upstairs to nap. When I awaken, I expect to be independently wealthy.
Him: Yes, your highness.