I am having a life crisis and need some guidance before I make a huge mistake. Orso is ten years old and our only dog now. He is calm and sedate for the most part, giving way to the eternal puppy inside occasionally, running around like a loon. Those displays of puppy idiocy are few and far between. Life is good, quiet and boring.
Because life is going so well, there are fewer moments in life that are out of control and as chaotic as in the past, when he was younger and we were three dogs strong, AJ, our counter surfer and pantry raider, Charlie, our split personality dog, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Walking them was always a challenge and I had many instances of being the boat anchor, getting dragged after some poor unsuspecting creature of the night. Worst of all I have less and less to write about. No one wants to hear about how loud Orso snores or how he runs in his sleep.
So in an act of idiocy I have started looking at animal shelter websites and rescue groups online for another dog. I am not sure I am ready for another dog, I don’t want to go through the last weeks of Charlie’s psychotic breakdown, bringing a new dog into our peaceful home. I am somewhat gun shy after that and I won’t put Orso through the terror of Charlie’s vicious episodes with a dog that might not be animal friendly. During my recent business trip to Kansas City, I went to a dock dog competition where the local humane society was parading adoptable dogs around. I saw a big boy, an Akita mix, that if I still lived in KC I probably would have taken him home. Then another friend showed me pictures of a litter of Mastiff puppies that are five weeks old. Thank god they are too young to separate from their mother or I might have taken one of them, even though I do not want to go through another puppy phase EVER AGAIN.
My quandary is that I am probably one of the most boring people in the world, so unless I take up some new sport, like rock climbing or trail riding, I don’t have much to write about anymore. We all know how well I would do at rock climbing or trail riding and I think that eventually even Aflac would cancel my policy. That brings me back to my present problem, taking the leap and getting another dog.
I need the voice of reason to slap me across the back of my head and tell me, “Are you out of your mind? What are you thinking? Take up knitting or something a lot tamer, dummy!”
Poor Mitch, he is in so much trouble and doesn’t know it yet.
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On Aug 7, 2016 11:21, “A womans view of hunting…with men” wrote:
> susank456 posted: “I am having a life crisis and need some guidance before > I make a huge mistake. Orso is ten years old and our only dog now. He is > calm and sedate for the most part, giving way to the eternal puppy inside > occasionally, running around like a loon. Those d” >
You’re no help 🙂
A new dog would give you more to write about, that’s true. As for things to write about, try this: Keep a Word document and copy and paste your answers to a few comments you leave on blogs. Can you further develop the idea into an entire post? I’ve found this gets me writing about topics I might not choose on my own, but that I have an opinion on. Bonus: Link to the post you commented on, and give that blogger a shout-out.
That’s a really good idea and it would cost less than the vet bills and dog food.
Susan, Check out my bother and sister Golden Retrievers. We are lovers not fighters.
I will do that plus you are awfully cute and I would want a cute addition.
We Goldens, as the song says, can’t give you anything but love!
And you’re modest too. It’s your most redeeming quality.
Slap! Lol someone had to 🙂
To be honest I expect that was a waste of a good slap – I get the feeling you are looking for the right opportunity to fall into your lap. Literally.
You know me too well.