First Adult Pet

“Albert” by Vanessa 201613091939_10207875350454765_5295858159636336568_n   In the past year, I’ve noticed the intense need in my daughter(and many of those she graduated from college with) for her first “adult” pet.  She’d gone through the various stepping stones along the way…first “real” job, first “real” relationship, first “real” apartment, and now came the “dog” step.

This realization, the “need” for someone who “needed you”, who gives you the heart warming greeting when you come home, company, unconditional love, no criticism or arguments(well, I must say I can’t totally agree on this one…I have known dogs and cats who could criticize and argue quite well!), someone who would snuggle with you, need walks(and thus give you needed exercise as well) and hopefully provide some protection in the event someone came into the apartment(definitely something a mother hopes the dog would do…).

For the past two years, whenever my daughter would be having a difficult week at work, was homesick or lonely, she would find her way to a pet store or animal shelter.  Her boyfriend soon learned that they would have to spend some time petting dogs and cats that day.

About six months ago, she decided that she would like to have a Corgi.  She began reading up on them, signed up at a Corgi Rescue, wrote up a little manual about Corgis for herself, bought a doggie bed and some toys, and proceeded to wait.

A note  about my daughter…she does not wait patiently.  A habit of hers while eating breakfast was checking out all of the various sites just in case  a Corgi would show up.  I used to cringe when she would find one on Craigslist because she’d found one earlier and it had been a scam.

Two weeks ago I got a text message…”found a Corgi on Craigslist. Looks good.  I’ll be careful!”  It progressed through out the day with the dog’s owner and her.  She had been disappointed so many times during the last six months but this one seemed different.

The couple with the dog lived in the apartment complex she used to live in and friends of hers knew them.  They recently had a baby with health problems and didn’t have the time or energy anymore to spend as much time with the dog as before.  They sent her a video of the dog in action after she came home from work.

That evening, my daughter and her boyfriend went to check it out and fell in love instantly with “Albert”.  Two days later, Albert came home with her complete with all of his belongings.  He has adapted well…my daughter tells me he walks up the steps to the bed and sleeps with her…his head on the pillow.  She used to need help falling asleep but now feels secure with Albert around.

Daily exercise is now the norm and being needed by someone has made such a difference in her outlook.  Something all animal lovers are well aware of…that need to get up in the morning because someone needs to go out and be fed.

So a loving welcome to my “grand-dog” Albert!

til next time…Eva



013a   This has been a month of transitions.  Once Labor Day has passed, I always know that I soon won’t have my summer clients.  Others are surprises.

“Aunt Frances” is moving to an assisted living facility in a neighboring town close to her church. Not really her choice but when 2 of  her “children” (her children are 79, 76, and 74)  are moving to retirement communities in Florida  and leaving shortly,  and her one son needing surgery and a long term rehabilitation, she had two choices…she could either come along and live with one of them or move to an assisted living facility. She chose the assisted living facility…and had two weeks to get used to the idea and to drastically downsize.

I had been going there weekly and have gradually seen her having her good days and her not so good days.  She relied on her one son weekly to take her on her errands and her pastor/pastor’s husband picking her up for various church activities…suddenly the son has to have his surgery and the pastor retired and is moving to Florida as well.

Her one big concern was her cat “Lady”.  When I went there two weeks ago, she asked and generally assumed I would take her cat “Lady”.  With Kitty the way he is now…very aggressive, I knew it would not be a good idea to bring her home with me…so I had to say no.  In the size of her family, there wasn’t one person who would take Lady.  My neighbor finally found a home for Lady and took her there yesterday…the family had said the other alternative was taking Lady back to the pound(trust me, I had sleepless nights on this one).

My neighbor has been very upset about her aunt moving to the assisted living…but I have been telling her the positives…that Aunt Frances won’t have to cook her own meals, she will have a decent shower (her water hadn’t been working properly), she won’t have to worry about if anything goes wrong and she has to call someone to come and fix it and that she will have people to talk to(she was alone most of the time).

In  her 101 years she has had many transitions in her life…from being in a childrens’ home during the Depression because her mother had died and her father couldn’t take care of the children, WW2, her husband dying young and she having to take care of their 3 children on her own, managing both a job and the farm, moving from the farm to the trailer, and now moving again.

I learned through Aunt Frances these past two weeks is that “Stuff” isn’t important. She is taking as many pictures as she is able to.  The basics in her furniture because she will only have one room.  Her bedroom suite she has had for 80 years is being left behind.  She wants her sewing machine and her knitting/crochet needles along.  The only knick knacks coming along are the items her husband had bought for her.

She moves Tuesday.  She’s been my “Tuesday person” for quite a while now and I am going to be at loose ends as well…

Stay well “Aunt Frances” and hoping you will find joy in your new living quarters…I will miss my Tuesdays with you.

til next time…Eva