Ah spring. The snow is melting and it no longer over my head everywhere on the lawn. Plus, as I walked around the block with Jasper, we discovered many interesting things have been uncovered by the receding snow. His favourite: an old piece of bread, yum. My favourite: a dirty diaper. It’s my favourite because when I said, “Leave it!” he actually did.
I missed my dog. The children could come to the hospital and visit me, but not the dog. And when I came home for visits, the kids got that I’d come back again soon, but not the dog. He sat at the back door and cried when I left.
He’s definitely worse for wear after two months without me. Since J could not leave him at home alone all day, friends of ours took him and kept him for the entire time, except some weekends. They love him dearly and I felt guilty taking him back. The guilt is lessened by the fact that in a month they will be getting their own puppy, a red male mini-doodle which, as far as I can tell, will look like Jasper Jr. But even though they love him, they did not know how to brush him. His grooming brush has a special technique that I never bothered to show anyone else. As a result, he is filled with mats in his long, long hair. J wants to take him to a groomer and have him shaved, but I refuse. I’m fixing him, damn it.
Here Asher and my brother demonstrate what happens to people who sit on the couch Jasper considers to be his:
I’m sure you’ll have his coat glowing soon – love those photo’s of those people on his couch!
I want one too … (the dog, as opposed to the brother or son – at least for now)
Jasper is MASSIVE!! I wish I could cuddle him on the couch. How are you feeling?
People are always telling me how huge he is and I just don’t notice any more. I wonder if he is still growing.
I’m feeling tired, but good. Home is more exhausting than the hospital.