This will be a regular series going forwardβ¦
On Sunday Rosy will have been in our home for three weeks. But she has been a part of our family for much longer than that.
I never had Samwise fixed because as a purebred Silky Terrier, I thought it might be fun to let him sire some puppies to share with our grandchildren.
For years I thought about getting a female Silky named Rosy to breed his pups.
Sadly he died before our grandchildren showed up, but I had always planned to get a female Silky some day.
Around the time I was reconciling my teenage ritualistic abortions, I swelled up to 378 lbs and was so fat I could barely move.
I told my therapist about my plan to purchase another dog and she counseled with me and said, βYou really need to be much healthier to properly care for a dog.β
She said those words so kindly and my husband was relieved because he was concerned that if we bought a dog, HE would have to care for it.
Fast forward a couple years and I again felt the need for a furry companion.
I put a two hundred dollar deposit down on a female Silky and when the time came to actually purchase her my husband said he did not believe I could do it. So we lost the money and I sadly informed the breeder we could not get the puppy because I was too ill to care for her.
The hope of someday getting my dog was a bit motivating and these past few years I have lost 80 pounds.
My mobility is still not great, but I can care for her, and although exhausted by the new daily habits tied to her needs, I can feel my body being stretched and challenged in a good way.
The emotional support she has offered me has been so satisfying. And now that Paul is back at work three days a week, I have my little ball of love to keep me company.
We are working on fetch, come, stay, and shake. She is very smart and I anticipate her sooner than later being completely house trained.
Jenny Hatch