Going from a warm bed to a concrete floor is confusing. The dogs don’t come off in the best light and everyone goes in for puppies, totally over looking the middle aged and seniors who are so fabulous. The shelters do their best but it is distressing for many dogs. I say this because I have volunteered in both a shelter and now with a rescue. Try a few day and overnight trials if you are doing it on your own. They have foster connections, or ask some trusted friends if they know someone looking for a new fur baby. Instead, if you are seriously thinking of not being a pet owner, consider a rescue. There is no guilt if you feel overwhelmed and need to re-home, you are making the best decision for everyone involved. Danielle Wehunt/Stocksy.)Īfter reading a few comments about moms who are guilty about not loving their pets as much post kids, I beg you not to drop them off at a shelter as one comment suggested. What are your top three books, and what’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever read? What are you reading these days? I’d love to hear… I’d highly recommend it - even if, like me, you weren’t (until now) a dog person. How sweet is that? The Particulars of Peter is the perfect pandemic read - a funny, warmhearted, cuddly love story. I think about how much I’d like to buy him a laptop with what one might deem an alarming frequency. It’s fun, but useful - you can surf the internet, or put together a spreadsheet. A laptop is a statement gift, a real ‘leveling-up’ sort of purchase. Doesn’t that sounds like the kind of gift he deserves? Expensive, solid, able to compute things. What I’d really like to buy Peter is a laptop. I still buy him chew toys, and stuffed things, and beds, and everything else, but I’d really like to buy him something big. Now that I know him, my yearnings for what I’d like to provide for him have gotten more precise. Also he loves to burrow under the covers, and he loves to sleep with his head on a pillow like a tiny little man. ‘He’s just so…kind,’ is how a cousin of mine once described him, and it’s true: he’s just so kind. He has the heart of an angel and the soul of a poet, and there’s a hint of sadness to him that makes you want to protect him against all the world’s harshness… He will sit his big, fat butt on your lap like he’s tiny, when he actually weighs twenty-seven pounds. When he walks down the stairs, at his moderately paced gentleman’s trot, you can tell he’s a bit bowlegged. Made dinner and ate it while doing, what? Looking at the wall? And who did I feed a noodle to? No one? It’s almost too gruesome to recall. Shuffled around the apartment in stockinged feet. What did I do before Peter? I’m trying to remember. Kelly writes about her rescue dog, Peter, and all his lovable quirks.įor example, she writes about life before him: However! The new book of essays I recently picked up - The Particulars of Peter by Kelly Conaboy - makes my heart swell for all things canine. This probably sounds nuts, but there you go. Even the tiniest ones always seem like they might, at any moment, just turn and bite me. I’ve always been a little scared and skittish. What are you reading these days? The book I’m reading makes me clutch my heart…įirst, let me say: Most of my life, I haven’t been a dog person.
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