Sunday, November 17, 2019
November 6, 2018, I showed up to the Oregon Humane Society to get a puppy. There was a couple with the one I showed up to adopt. Indecisive in the lobby, the staff informed them a gentlemen [me] had showed up to view the puppy. They ended up adopting the puppy, and home sad I went.
No puppy to surprise the (ex)girlfriend with after work.
November 8, 2018, I again showed up to the Oregon Humane Society to get a puppy. Paige was available to view.
Her ears flopped down to the ground. Her nose sniffed air with every motion into her new environment. Then she pee’d.
She was six weeks old and there was no hesitation to take her home. And then this was how I’d spend my nights for the next couple weeks.
She then sat against walls awkwardly.
Sat and waited for me patiently.
Lunged and jumped at me.
Made me feel like she turned her back against me.
Grew into a beast from puppy.
I got her two weeks into the journey of writing full-time and rebuilding my career from below ground zero. She’s seen me cry — she’s the one next to me writing those stupid love lies…
No — she never turned her back on me, maliciously lunge at me, but she grew with me unexpectedly. Because I thought ‘you know who‘ would always be there to help protect her with me.
Every day I learn she’s still growing with me. She’s no thinker like me, but smarter than I can imagine her to be. After one year she’s still a good girl.
Her universe is my world — growing every morning when I see my Kali girl. Another year for our page to turn. Formerly named Paige, here’s to another year for you and I to age.