Checking In

I'm reading past posts and thinking of all that has happened in the last few years. Wow, so much life!

Ok, let's run down the drama list:

• TBK's Wrath: my sister stranded in New Orleans, she and my brother losing their homes, my friend's suicide a year later on the banks of the Mississippi.
• My sister moving to Houston with me for a year, consequently meaning I moved 3 times in 3 years
• The loss of the pug
• Another friend's suicide
• The adoption of the girls

And there has been much more. I sit in my new home and think "This is comfortable and just what I needed." I look at my fluffy girls sleeping nearby and wonder how I could love them so much, so fast. Honestly, they are just so easy to love.

First of all, they came as adults. No wild puppy energy to burn off. And they were pretty much trained. We have an occasional accident, but they are usually always my fault for not being attentive. The girls listen to me. Honestly, they do for the most part. And if I'm honest, they really are cute. My family all seemed to love them immediately, thus proving the myth that it is easier to be pretty. All those years and the pug never got such a warm reception. And the girls don't really shed and they smell good. It's wicked. They can go weeks and still smell great. The pug never left the bath smelling good.

I try telling the girls about their older brother, but they aren't really interested. They are happy in their new life being spoiled and pampered. I honestly thought I hit the mother lode when I adopted them, but I soon discovered the problem that probably caused their prior owner to dump them. The larger one has seizures. They are a bonded pair, so when they are separated the little ones goes postal. And I'm not kidding. I've spent several thousand on hospital bills since getting them. I think I've got it somewhat under control. But they still laugh at me at the vet's. The pug is gone and I get these two youngsters and I'm still at the vet's on a regular basis.

Sigh....