They say that "having expectations only brings disappointment." I lean toward being a "glass half full" type of person, but in this instance, my expectation about taking my girls to Normandy France in 2021 has been put on hold. I won't say that I am devastated because I have hope that we will be able to go some time in the future. I'd say I am more embarrassed with our country's handling of the Covid-19 pandemic, leading us to the worst numbers in the world; and currently we are banned from traveling to Europe!
I have wanted to go to Normandy for the longest time to see where my heroic father landed on Omaha Beach on D-Day and SURVIVED! It would be an important history lesson for my family and for me, as well!
What does this have to do with a "Covid-Pup"? My family has always had and enjoyed dogs as pets. Our last one, Gizmo, died several years ago; and my current expectation was that when I am old and sitting mostly in a rocking chair, I will get another pup!
Then the Covid-10 Corona virus came along and re-configured all our lives! I've been staying safe and have remained healthy throughout; and for that I am very grateful. However, much as I enjoy being a homebody without guilt, passing my days with crochet, blogging and reading, There have been some lonely times. I began to see that this virus and our need to isolate as much as possible is going to be with us for a long time; and thoughts of a cute rescue pup kept creepy into my head!
My daughter, Bethany, is a dog-person of the ultimate kind; and she fosters dogs from Tails & Trail Rescue. It was only logical for me to start there; and I thought starting as a foster mom would be a good first step.
As I was waiting to be accepted for fostering, I saw "Buster" on their website and he appealed to me even though he is young and a male. Mind you, I already had a female name, "Lacy," picked out for my future dog! Would you have expected anything less than a crochet-related name?
I texted quickly and told the rescue I wanted to meet Buster. I brought Beth along to keep me from caving in too easily. She, however, was already in love with him before the foster mom was able to meet us!. Life is all about compromises, right? Buster turned out to be right in many ways: he is small and only 12 pounds, a Chihuahua/Terrier mix. He name didn't suit me, and he is now known as "Bobby."
Me and Bobby McGee
Dangerously Close to Yarn!
Bobby Found His Safe Spot!
Learning to Walk on Leash
Wow, yarn is a Cool Toy!
Maybe She Won't Notice Me!
My grandchildren, Chloe & Jack, are over the moon for Bobby! They can't have a dog due to their father's allergies. It will work out fine and I (Bobby) will probably have more special visits from than ever before! Maybe I'll have some pictures soon of them with Bobby. He's so wiggly and love's seeing them, I haven't gotten any yet!