Does this really look like a poor kitty? He's 13 years old. He's smart and intuitive, and his hu-mom adores him. Just not enough to turn down the long wanted puppy from coming to join us!
My trainer has medicalizing this morning, and was going to text me if he got done in time to schedule a session, since I'll be taking next week off to settle Ember into the mix. But I just texted him and said, "Nawww... my cleaning is in full session today and I don't want to interrupt it."
I am doing things that probably should have been kept up with right along. You see, those of you who remember me from the Spark days might remember that I am a self-identified "Messie". So things get left out, mid-project. I am not good at finishing what I start. Sigh. I've lived with this me ever since I was a kid, and was shamed for it. But I have come to accept me for who I am, and periodically fight the good fight because of a higher need.
Well, a new puppy in the house is definitely a higher need, so I started removing cords and things that are no longer used (like the not quite successful digital antenna on one of the TV's), so as to remove temptation from a curious critter. I moved the laptop that usually lives on the dining room table up to the office (where I'm typing from now), so the cord won't tempt her. Cleaning products are being consolidated into safer locations so they won't look like chew toys to her... etc.
When Carl was a puppy I kept several doors closed in the house while he was present, so that he didn't get in trouble. Watching these puppy videos has me very aware that I need a higher level of supervision for the new puppy than I gave to him at first. Both eyes on the puppy, distract. I'll have the advantage of starting crate training myself from the jump, in this case. At least that's the fantasy.
In family news:
The mythical son and his wife have their final approval home visit for foster parenting Thursday. They have installed a locking cupboard for cleaning supplies, and a locking bar cabinet for the liquor in the house. Being a responsible gun owner, my son has long kept his heirloom and personal firearms locked up, so that was not ever going to be an issue.
The two sets of potential foster-grandparents are hoping and praying for a good report after said visit.
All of which is to say:
Life is good. Here's hoping that Ember comes into my life to keep the Spark alive! And may all who follow along, Spark along, as well.