My folks are celebrating their 30th wedding anniversary (more on that later) in the Bahamas, so now I'm hosting a week and a half long puppy summer camp for their two dogs. Long walks in the park, ice cream runs, cat chasing, guest appearances at Saipua.
My mom's poodle Muffy is painfully cute. She is teeny-tiny and a tad mentally ill. It's taken 5 years for me to be able to pick her up without her peeing in terror. She was a rescue and came from a neglectful and abusive home, so she has a pretty good excuse. But somehow, the crazy only adds to her cuteness. I find myself baby talking to this dog for hours.
Chewpee is my dad's 14 year old beagle. Ladies love him because he's so handsome and sensitive, just like my dad. He's been sporting my favorite bandana since he arrived. He loves going for walks in Brooklyn, the smells are like triple intense compared to the woods back home.
Those of you who know me well know that I once had a dog of my own. He was my first "sole ownership" dog, my best friend and little buddy. He died two years ago and all I have to do is think about it for 5 minutes and guaranteed a few tears will be shed. I've been resolutely holding off on getting another dog since then. I'm so busy, I'm so poor, blah blah blah..... but I can feel my resolve cracking. Meee waant doggie. GIMMEEE DOGGIEE NOW.