Twenty two days after bringing Jax home I knew I needed counseling, so I penned the first chapter of what I like to call “Diary of a Middle Aged Puppy Mom.” …
Therefore I’m back again with another entry, hoping to find more friends to commiserate with. #wannajoinme?
So grab your favorite beverage and enjoy this latest revelation about the changes in my life compliments of one adorable puppy…
Once upon a time I had to have been the biggest jewelry junkie ever!
If it glittered or jingled, and I could afford it, I’d justify buying it – and bring it home.
For decades jewelry was numero uno #24/7. That all changed when Jaxson arrived.
Don’t get me wrong, my heart still goes pitter-patter when I see that signature powder blue box on my kitchen counter, but right now there’s something else that takes my breath away.
And it’s a beautiful thing.
- shiny like silver
- sturdy as gold
- timeless – never goes out of style
I’m talking about a dog crate!
I’ve fallen in love with them.
So much so, I ordered a smaller version for the downstairs family room. I call it his “summer home.”
Don’t get me wrong, he’s a great puppy, but a puppy just the same. And crates come in handy on those days when he’s a terror with a tail.
Even Harley is doodlely grateful for a reprieve from the whirling dervish.
Like those days when he’s demanding play time…
Trust me, for his own safety, Harley’s sanity and my blood pressure – a summer home is pawfect!
I was loving life when we had two crates. An extra large one upstairs (affectionately called the “main house”) for over night sleeping…
…and then his condo version downstairs when he fails to adhere to the mandatory indoor speed limit.
But that all changed the evening my husband came home and noticed Jax sitting in his summer home. He spoke to me like a psychologist would speak to one of his patients.
You know – using that “special voice.” The one that’s low, soft, and slow. Barry White like :
Cathy, Jax is too big for this thing. His head is sticking out of the top!
THOSE WORDS CUT ME LIKE A KNIFE –
His airbnb was my security blanket. Did I really have to fold it up? Put it away?
YES AND YES –
I knew he was right. I had been in denial for days.
As I wiped down the bars and folded the sides I hummed along to Barry White’s “Never Gonna Give You Up.”
It just made sense since I listened to the same song when I pulled it out of the box months ago. #ahappierparty
Of course I would continue to use the main house when we all went to bed, but my days of having a “back-up” were gone. #cryformeargentina
Dogs can be taught to appreciate their crates and Jax saw his private residence as a fun place. It was loaded with toys and dead center of all the action.
This was by no means a hardship tour for this soldier, no sir!
He was never left alone, and always had visibility of us. Some of his best naps were in that condo.
I am now searching for alternate plans when those fluffy legs require containment at different intervals throughout the day.
- when I desperately need to mop my floors…
- or when he’s so hyped up from a car ride, he plays “hop the seats” in the parking lot preventing me from getting his harness on as the lady in the Highlander waits impatiently for my parking spot. #moveonlady …
- OR when he won’t stop riding Harley’s back like a carnival pony… #giddyupdoodle
The summer home has been foreclosed. 🙁 We need another plan!
Since Jax only views the main house as his evening retreat, he’s been house hunting lately for someplace to nap.
He seems to favor small quarters. He keeps coming back to this place. #gofigure…
As for me, I’m looking cross-eyed and crazy as I attempt to watch him while I blog, cook, clean, or try to make a freaking cup of coffee. #takestalent
Slowly he and I are finding our rhythm.
When Barry White wrote “Just the Way You Are” I imagine he was thinking about a different kind of love, but it was love just the same.
Part of those lyrics are applicable to Jax and I –
I took the good times, I’ll take the bad times
I’ll take you just the way you are.
Have an extraordinary week – be kind to someone and watch it make their day!
NEXT – DIARY OF A MIDDLE AGED PUPPY MOM DEALS WITH – MY DOG ATE A SOCK