Click images for desktop size: "Ferris Wheel" by Mr Bus Driver My puppy is blowing her coat.
When I find tufts of her hair its hard fighting back the memory of my second chemo. Then I'd reach up and run my hand through my hair, finding most of my scalp had come loose between my fingers.
I don't like that my puppy is blowing her coat out of worry over me.
Everyone who meets us notices that she and I laugh a lot. We bicker too, but mainly we laugh.
She plays tricks on me and laughs. Being a dog she doesn't grasp that its easy to trick me once. She thinks if I was tricked once I'll be tricked over and over again. She's determined to prove it. And I do always find her tricks funny.
Last week I started a difficult turn at work. I'm doing so well they want me to fill in at another place in the morning then bus across town to do my usual job. So instead of making a five hour work day somehow fill in eight hours I'm cramming a fourteen hour day into eight.
But I can't take my puppy on the bus.
On Thursday I left her home. When I got back in from work I was greed furiously, at first with joy, then with anger and then with relief. Over and over again for almost 15 minutes before we could even go outside.
On Friday I took her with me. At the “new” place there is a lot of physical stuff to do. Just picking up almost a year's accumulation of garbage. then there's dealing with a different group of people who don't know me. I tend to be calm but one customer wanted to be a jerk.
He wasn't any better at that then he was at the rest of his life. What I didn't like was that I saw my puppy had coiled and was watching him with grim intensity. Even the jerk couldn't help but notice that even though she wasn't growling or woofing, just staring, he still asked, “He's not going to bit me?” I told him, “She. She's female.”
After we left place one we walked the ten miles or so to the usual place. We had a world of fun exploring and getting lost. It took us three hours.
She took a ten minute nap and wanted to play.
Some of my regular customers came in. One seemed to have come in for no other reason to discuss the rather stupid commentary on TV's coverage of the Westminster Dog Show.
I guess he watched just to see what they would say about my puppy's breed. he muttered, “Pulled machine guns in World War One!” over and over then said loudly, “Like that tells you what kind of dog you got there. Pulled machine guns. Damn.”
Another customer just wanted to let me know that my puppy was prettier than the ones on TV. I agreed with him.
But since Thursday my puppy has gotten more attached to me. More afraid of me leaving her.
I have to work on it with her.

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