It’s rainy out, as per usual, Boomer has finished shredding my hand, the chores are done, and vet appointments are scheduled. It’s barely eleven and I’m toasted. In my forever adventure of “let it be,” I’ve decided to train Boomer with positive reinforcement instead of spankings. So far, not one accident and no spanking guilt on my part. I am pleased. After an emotionally traumatic day yesterday, today has proven infinitely better.
As I washed the dishes this morning, I thought of all the things I love. (This is a better alternative to freaking out about everything and hating myself.) I (obviously) really love my husband and as heartbreaking as it is for me to think about him leaving soon, it just reminds me not to take anything for granted. I also love it when he calls me a strong woman- even though I never feel like I am, when he tells me that, I feel empowered and re-energized. And, I love Boomer. I was never a dog person really- I don’t even like other dogs unless they are part of the family. I find them annoying, smelly, and half brained. But even after two am zombie pee walks, lacerations on my hands, and food left all over the carpet, it is so worth it when he falls asleep on my head at night or sits by my feet while I clean. It’s nice to have someone to take care of during the day.
It surprises me that even though Josh is the most anti dog person ever, dogs really seem to like him. Boomer sure does. Boomer sleeps on me during the day and attacks Josh at night. He won’t leave him alone- nor does Josh discourage it. Yes, he tries to call Boomer names, but he gets this goof-ball look on his face that I used to get when Moxie first came home. He even referred to Boomer as “our dog.” Uh-huh.
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