I'm getting over another cold. We've all been sick 3 times over the last 3 months, and, really, enough is enough. First there was the flu in November, then the stomach virus at the beginning of the year, and now this. And we've all had all of it. Well, the family that vomits together...
Tuesday night was the height of it, for me. (The worst of the stomach thing was also on a Tuesday night. Curious.) I was worried that it was turning into a another bout of flu, as I was suddenly sore and achy all over, and very fatigued. I was sprawled on the bed, and Avery came over and lay down on my tummy, promptly falling asleep.
It was just what I needed: I woke up the next morning feeling MUCH better. Luckily, after getting the kids off to school, I was able to go back to bed for a couple of hours. Avery kindly sacrificed her time to cuddle up and nap next to me.
I've had a few dogs now, and a couple of cats. I'm always amazed at how quickly they give us their unconditional love. Avery had already been abandoned, brought to a shelter, adopted out, and returned to the shelter by the time we met her. And in just over a month, it's like she has always been part of our family. She snuggles up with me at night until Hubby comes home, at which point she relinquishes her spot and goes to sleep on the lovely, soft dog bed at the foot of our human bed.
She's very gentle with the kids (including our 3 1/2 year-old niece, who isn't always so gentle with HER, lol), and she will bark at anyone or anything outside that isn't part of the norm. She'll also chase squirrels, raccoons, and (yikes!) skunks out of the yard. She is agile and lithe, and keeps me in shape by walking me twice a day for 20-60 minutes at a time. And she watches me while I do my home workouts. She is particularly puzzled by the bike that goes nowhere when I pedal it. I'm sure she'd come to yoga with me if I let her.
Because she has imprinted on me. I am her human. She adores everyone, but I'm the one who's with her the most, and from whom she has separation anxiety. I HATE leaving her, even to go to my beloved yoga classes. :) Yesterday I had to teach in the morning and then run some errands, and I worried about her the entire time. Of course, she was fine when I got home, sleeping in "her spot" on the window seat. But she greeted me at the door as soon as I came in, and we went for a nice long walk. She is sleeping next to me as I type this.
I suppose I have as much separation anxiety as she does. :)
I miss Chopper. But I think he led us to Avery. He wanted us to adopt another shelter dog in his honor, and I like to think she was waiting for us. That she was meant to be ours, as we are meant to be hers.