Me: Bear, stop( As I notice out of the corner of my eye Bear walking a little oddly out the back door)
Bear: Mumble (he stops halfway out the door)
Me: What do you have in your mouth?
Bear: Mumble (Standing still)
Me: If you can’t speak clearly it’s not nothing, back up and let me see.
Bear: (Takes a couple steps backwards to reveal my tennis shoe.)
Me: Hmmm I guess I didn’t put them up last time (walking over to bear) let me have the shoe.
Bear: (Locks his jaws but eventually lets me have the shoe with no new holes.)
Me: Did you manage to get the other out in the backyard already?
Bear: Ummm no?
Me: That’s funny, I see it out in your favorite spot for toys.
Bear: Mom! I want to play with them.
Me: You’ll need to get a job first sweetie.
Sasha's puppy rule #1 – Bite everything – If it doesn't move it's no fun. If it does move it's probably Foster Mom. hehe
And her batteries died…
Shasha decided to pick a fight today with Tramp. He had a paw in her chest holding her back kinda like the big kid holding the little kid in place with a hand on his forehead. She was not happy with me when I picked her up before she could get a hold of his ear. She fights dirty.
Sasha has decided it's much easier to follow me by hanging onto my pant legs rather than the whole walking thing. She growls at me if I stop for too long…
This is the original picture of Sasha that caused the foster request. The only good thing it shows is how much of a difference in her life I have made so far.
Sasha's Puppy rule #2 – If I trip Foster Mom enough times, she will figure I'm tired and want to go to bed…
Puppy Foster Mom observation for the week: Dang she's gotten fast…
Puppy Sasha's discovery for the day – Gravity works.
Sasha's puppy rule # – Oh wait I see a cat!!!!
The cats have sent a petition to stop Sasha from stealing their scratching post by pulling on the toy at the bottom. The dogs, who have not been chewed on much lately because of the discovery of the cat toy have shredded the petition. I wonder if I should be worried…
Sasha's puppy rule #3 – Innocent look, always! I'm sure Foster Mom will blame someone else for biting her toes if I can just look innocent enough.
Sasha visited Doggie Wonderland today and then went to Petsmart and took the whole store by storm, no one could resist her cuteness. She then got to play outside in the pretty weather for about 30 minutes and for the rest of the evening every time I moved she'd be curled up under my feet.
She wishes everyone good night and is looking forward to fully charged batteries in the morning.
Sasha has figured out how to use her full 6ish pounds to move things. The cats are unhappy because NONE of their things are where they left them. Tonight she chose my laptop case to move. At the time it was holding my laptop, Ipad, notebooks and manuals since my office is being moved tonight. She worked for a long time and even growled rather loudly, somehow the evil bag did not bow to her ferocious efforts
Sasha: I am puppy hear me growl
Me: Awww too cute
Sasha: NO! I am puppy hear me GROWL
Me:Do it again!
Sasha: I. am. puppy. hear. me. GROWL.
Me: too cute, not the response you wanted?
Sasha: Biting you now.
Wacha doin' this morning????
Me: Sasha, we need to cuddle for a bit before we clean the house
Sasha: (wiggle) cuddle? (wiggle) What's (wiggle) that? (wiggle, wiggle)
Me: It's where you don't wiggle (Ducks from Sasha nip on chin) and don't bite and I scritch you.
Sasha:(wiggle)(chews on my fingers)(wiggle)This?(wiggle, wiggle, wiggle)
Me: (Sigh) No, let's go find your toys and put them in the toy box
Sasha: Nooooooo I spent all day putting my toys where they belong!(wiggle, wiggle, WIGGLE)
Foster Mom what do you have?
Me: A burger from In and Out
Sasha: Ohhhh can I have some?
Sasha: See this face? Its my super incredible cute face
Sasha: Puppy cuteness here – how can you resist
Me: Sasha, no
Sasha: Are you really sure? Cuteness, lots and lots of cuteness.
Sasha used to be about 1/2 as big as Lady.
I was waiting for the water to run cool through the hose so I could fill up the water dishes in the back yard today.
Sasha: Ooooh pretty I want to play in the water
Me: Wait for a sec, the waters hot (moving the water spray before Sasha gets to it)
Me: Ok it's cool (Moving closer to Sasha
Sasha: Sweet! (bites the water spray, tries to drink from it, sticks head under water)
Sasha: Foster Mom! There's something wrong with my face!
Me: Just looks wet to me
Sasha: Noooo (rubbing nose on grass) Fix it!!!
Me: You don't like your face wet? It's really cute
Sasha: You with the cute again – Fix it!!! (starts rubbing face on my jeans)
Me: That should do it.
Me: Sasha, why is the kitchen rug in the living room
Sasha: mumble, mumble (drops corner of rug) What rug?
Me: The one you are standing in front of, it goes in front of the sink, fuzzy side up.
Sasha: But did you see I can move it all by myself now!
Me: Yes I saw that, any chance that skill works to put it back?
Sasha: But I like it here! It's next to all my other toys.
Me: Except my rug is NOT a toy
Sasha: But I can move it! See? (Starts dragging it again)
Sasha: Foster Mom!!! See what I learned!! (launches her not so little furry body onto the recliner)
Me: You figured out how to jump on the recliner
Sasha: Yup! And you should see all the cool stuff I found over here
Me: You mean the coffee table where I was putting all the stuff I didn't want you to eat?
Me: No, not toys. (Starts moving remotes, kindle, cell phone, ect to a higher location)
Sasha: Wait! What are you doing?
Me: Puppy-proofing the coffee table
Sasha: Foster Mom, you're no fun!
Lady: Mom! She's touching me!
Sasha: Am NOT! Move over!
Lady: Mom!!! This is my chair!
Me: Sasha, what are you doing in the chair?
Sasha: I wanted to see what Lady was doing.
Lady: I was asleep!
Sasha: How was I supposed to know that?
Sasha: Foster Mom!
It occurs to me after Sasha lands in my lap in response to the loud banging from the trash pick that she may not be guard dog material.
Several years ago I had a manager turned friend who has since retired. She had been a true mentor in my life and even though we came from completely
different backgrounds, she taught me to have a deep interest in other cultures and to learn about where people came from in order to understand them. One of the other loves we shared was pens and writing long hand. The tactile pleasure we both received with different pens was a topic of many discussions through the years. I remember the day I received my very first fountain pen, though I don’t use it every day anymore, I still have it safely stashed. I opened the box and realized very quickly there were many more parts than I was expecting in the box. The pen and I showed up in her office the next morning, she showed me how to put it all together and showed me how to correctly write with the pen.
I have missed her wisdom greatly since she left, she gave me a gift before she left that I doubt she ever realized she gave me. As she was emptying her desk she found her Circa notebooks and since she would not be using them in retirement, she gave them to me so I could continue to enjoy and use them for years to come. I still have them and still use them, years later. They were not, however, the primary gift she gave me.
She had left some notes in the notebooks and had told me to just shred anything I didn’t need. There was a note she had written to herself that was the first thing she saw every time she opened the notebook. It simply said “What would you do if you weren’t afraid”. As I moved through my days after my friend had left, I thought about this question. I found my actions and choices changing; I started asking what I wanted, regardless of how scary it was.
I still ask this question almost every day. Sometimes I still make the choice that is motivated by fear. Sometimes I make less of a choice that is a compromise between fear and want. At least now I recognize when fear is driving me rather than want. To me, the ability to be able recognize the fear driven decision is one of the most special gifts I have been given in my life.