Cats create gravity. Dogs disrupt the status quo. Cats and dogs together: creative chaos.
And I should know. Yesterday started out like any other day, with plans to – among other things – write a daily post for NaProWriMo. It didn’t work out as planned. But let me back up a bit…
After fourteen playful years, this summer we said goodbye to our beautiful loyal red merle Australian Shepherd “Fly”. We buried her next to her sweetheart BlackJack who had gone before a year earlier. I wept, and mourned Fly’s passing silently (and not so silently in some moments), then declared: “No more dogs. Never again.”
Apparently, “never” in my lexicon is precisely three months, twelve days, five hours, and forty-two minutes. Or thereabouts.
Yesterday, my seven-year-old son Sam and I set out on a mission to do some advance research for Christmas. Yes, our intent was eventually to get Dad a dog for Christmas. But not until Christmas. Not now.
What were we thinking? What was I thinking? You simply cannot walk into an animal shelter, find the dog of your dreams (sweet disposition, calm demeanor, young, healthy, beautiful) and walk out saying, “We’ll wait a few weeks and see if he’s still here.” D’oh.
So… long story short: meet Beau. He’s a one-year-old Golden Lab/Dalmatian mix from Georgia. And he’s the reason why my two old cats are a bit put out with me and probably pouting in some dark corner beneath Sam’s bed.
He is also my excuse for missing my NaPoWriMo post yesterday. Creative chaos reigns.