Trixie

I have this dog, named Trixie. She's an 8 pound chihuahua mix. We adopted her from the shelter 3 years ago. We always say she is the easiest dog, or maybe she's the easiest dog because she is so small that anything she does is unnoticeable. Anyway, I've been in bed almost non-stop since the surgery. Something sick like 22 hours a day. Ugh. She loves to go back to bed after she's been out in the morning, but now, she's in bed with me all the time. All the time. I love it. I feel like she cares for me. She curls up next to me and it soothes me to pet her as I fall asleep for the tenth time in a day. We joke that she's going to get bed sores and Corey will come in and "turn" her. She is making recovery more pleasant, just by being with me. I love her dearly. I will post a picture when I get connected to my hard drive but for now just imagine an 8 pound light brown furry angel with freckles.

Dogs

I can't believe I've left TRUST as my last post. As if it sets the mood. Was just a day so I decided to write another. We are currently fostering a lovely little lab mix. She is precious and wonderful and a big part of me wishes we could keep her. I am horrified by the thought of how many amazing creatures will not be given her same chance. A chance at a forever home with a loving family. When are people going to stop treating pets as possessions, which can be replaced, lost, given away, and worse. Pets are family. Through thick and thin, good times and bad, and I know for certain that bad times are better and good times are great when you have the love of a dog. There's just nothing like it. I can honestly say to a dog, just about any dog, within seconds of meeting it "I love you". Can't do that with people. I need no other information, no test of trust, no games, just love. Although it's tough to take in a foster, on so many levels, I finally feel like I'm doing something good, no matter how small. In this moment, my actions are in line with my thoughts.