Today is Jill's 'Gottcha' day. Eight years ago, today, we answered an ad in the paper from an animal shelter for a puppy. A supposedly half chihuahua puppy. It's kind of a family joke about our Taco Bell dog. Okay, the people lied, but I fell in love with her there and told DH I wanted the pretty one and Jill came home with us that day.
That first day, Aug. 15, 2009
Taken yesterday, Aug. 14, 2017
She's as sweet as she looks. Oh, sure, her puppyhood was a real challenge, but that's just a distant memory. and she's making up for it now, in sweetness.
Hold it there, this is my first attempt in unknown territory, please, keep your criticism to yourself! I did find a place to do this. I still haven't figured out the pencil. No real instructions, again. I doubt they make instructions for old ladies who have never bitten into an Apple before.
Today is my birthday, 72 - quite an accomplishment for me, never thought I would see the day. DH is taking off early, is his birthday too, so why not? We have a chocolate cake and ice cream and plans for a big pizza. (It's okay to plan for the pizza - it's already in the refrigerator, so barring the house burning down, we will have pizza!)
My son sent me an early birthday present. Yeah, something new, something strange, something very alien to me. This little gem came with no printed instruction. At one time, while playing with it, I saw something that referred me to some app for help. Somehow, I lost that and cannot find it again. I started to try to put my email on it and hit a wall - it was asking me for something I never heard of and can't remember. I know, I should have written it all down. I spent the better part of yesterday trying to figure something, anything out. I did learn how to do the finger print lock/unlock thing. That's about it. I have a long way to go.
He also sent a pencil to use with it, he wants me to tell him how much I like it. Hmm, I need to get to that part first. I see wavy, shaky lines in my future. Artwork? Doubtful.
I'll need to get some kid to come show me how to use this thing. I can't find a "back" place to push, slide, or swipe. Definitely need help!
It's hard to believe that summer is acting like it wants to wind down already. The big trees are getting that dark, dirty green look. At night, the bugs are making so much noise that Jill wants company outside to go potty. She was so used to Jack going out with her. Our little garden has sprawled all over the bed. The peppers have pretty much finished doing their thing. The tomatoes are getting smaller. I did make 4 pints of pickled peppers, took me the whole day. (Thought my back was breaking) As long as they last, I have proof that we did have a little summer garden. My "Naked Ladies" bloomed with little recognition beyond a glance.
It's a cloudy day. The weather forecast shows chance of rain for next several days. I hope we actually get some. It's terribly dry out there, although humidity is a problem.
I looked through the toy boxes, trying to find a favorite of Jack's. I will put what is left of his tiger in his little box. It's really just a scrap anymore, but it had been a tiger hand puppet that he loved playing with. Jill helped me look and found a couple of her things, which she dragged to her bed. I think I have the blog settings right now, if not, let me know. Thanks.
Today would have been Jack's 11th Gottcha Day. It's a sad day for me. I need to turn that around and be happy I had him for as long as I did. We had Jack for 10 years 11 months. He was one of the exceptional joys in my life, a gift lost too soon, but while he was with us I have to say he was a true blessing.
I still go through crying jags, missing him. I'm working on it, though I don't know that I should hold my sadness in. Maybe I expect myself to 'get over it' too soon. I don't know.
Jill seems 'better.' She seems to have stopped searching for him. In spite of all the damage she caused as a pup, she must have taken all other clues about living a dogs life from Jack. She rarely barks, or howls the way she used to. In reflection, she let Jack start those reactions first. I have started trying to get her excited when the garbage guys come, when the O2 man comes, when the UPS man is driving into the driveway. I get a happy, tail wagging response now, but no loud barking the way she used to. Jill is almost a different girl.
Pictures are mixed up. I will not be commenting, this is hard enough to do. Thank You for your patience.