Gratitude Friday

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1. Ringo. His first vet visit went well — our vet, whose been one for almost 50 years, said “the way he’s letting me handle him, I can tell he’s going to be a super dog” — he’s sleeping so good (slept in until 6 am this morning, with one potty break at 3:30 am), will entertain himself in his crate long enough for me to finish this blog post, and is in general less bitey and crazed.

with that spot of black on his left cheek, he looks like he’s always smiling

2. More snow. Our backyard was getting pretty soupy yesterday with the last snow melting, and with the ground covered again, there’s less stuff for Ringo to get into, try to eat.

3. Yoga practice teaching. We’ll pair up tonight and practice, and I noticed yesterday that the full group warmup session I signed up for will be when we are on retreat at the Shoshoni Ashram — so cool.

4. Feeling better, more confident and at ease, settled. I don’t know if I told you, but I was in a bad way, feeling pretty awful — oh wait, that’s kind of all I’ve been talking about. 🙂

5. Eric. I know I’ve said this before, but I just couldn’t do it without him.

Bonus Joy: Sam. I still worry about him, feel sad about his jaw and the irritation it causes, the restriction it requires, but I love him so much. He’s such a good dog.

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1. Simple self-care. Clean sheets, a warm shower, dental floss, wool socks and slippers, a big cold glass of water, a quick nap while the puppy naps.

2. Surrender. Relaxing into the puppiness that is, finding some ease amidst the hyper vigilance and unrealistic expectations. Sitting with him in my lap, warm and soft.

3. Sam. He’s being such a good big brother, so tolerant and willing to accept some new boundaries. He’s back on three times a day meds and it seems to be helping.

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4. Eric, the best co-parent ever.

5. Dr. Lindsey Fry and the support staff at Fort Collins Veterinary Emergency and Rehabilitation Hospital. Sam went for an acupuncture session this week and I was reminded how much I adore this place, these people, even though I wish I had no need for them.

Bonus Joy: Snow. It is cold, but it covered up our yard in a blanket of white that keeps most of the stuff Ringo shouldn’t be getting into buried. Why oh why is it that a puppy who might not finish his dinner wants to eat his own body weight in sticks and other debris?