New Dog (Ramona) completed her Adult 2 Training class. She went in there an anxious, wiggly, somewhat ill-behaved dog. Six weeks later she’s anxious and wiggly, but so much better trained and better able to focus. I’m really proud of her and very pleased with the trainer. If you’re in Baltimore City and anywhere near Canton, take your dogs to Petco in Canton Crossing for training. Olivia is fantastic.
Ramona is still anxious, but she was a rescue. She was shuttled through a few foster homes and taken to meet-and-greets a lot, so the first five months of her life were unstable. There were times when one foster would take her to the vet for her boosters and the next foster would pick her up. Please note this is NOT a complaint! It’s the reality of fostering and the people who foster don’t like it, but sometimes it’s just how it has to happen. Ramona was never mistreated or traumatized. It was just a lot of activity for a tiny puppy brain. She gets CBD oil which helps, and the longer she lives with us the more she’ll start to realize that this is her forever home and going out in the car means she’ll come back to the same place she left.
Right now Ramona’s going through her “emo teenage phase.” She’ll get better as she gets older.
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Rebooting the blog. 2019 has been a weird, shit year so far. The spouse had surgery in March and his health hasn’t really come back.. My mom had surgery in April and spent a lot of time in physical therapy rehab afterward. August and September brought three deaths due to pancreatic cancer. Two were old friends of mine and two of the kindest people I’ve ever met. One was the husband of a guy who’s one of the sweetest, kindest people I know and I never got the chance to meet him. They live in DC and I’m in Baltimore and somehow we never got the time.
I have another friend who’s still having his own cancer situation, and earlier this year yet another friend dealt with a loss. Those aren’t my stories, so I won’t share them other to say they’re always in my thoughts.
Anyhow, three pancreatic cancer cases so close to me — the fourth I’ve known (my aunt was killed by it as well) led to a lot of anxiety when the spouse had something show up on an ultrasound while looking at his hernias (Yes. Plural). Fortunately for him/us it turned out to be a cyst that drained when they biopsied it, and the results of the biopsy were good. He still has three hernias and they’re really affecting his health, but they don’t want to do more surgery on him until they’re sure he can handle it.
It’s not all bad news, though. In October of 2018 we got a second dog.
So I need to start writing again. I want to start writing again. That’s the thing. Wanting to hasn’t been there for years. And that’s why we’re here now. Because words gotta happen.