Thursday, March 1, 2012

Back to Sanity....or Something

Although there were so many things about Sandy that I adored--her underbite, her snorting kisses, the way she reminded me of Tashi--it was also at times incredibly stressful to have a perpetual motion motor piglet zooming all over the house and in everybody's face. 


Fozzie enjoyed the outlet, but more than half the time he looked like he would prefer just being allowed to sleep. 















Lamar surprised me by returning Sandy's playfulness and romping around with her like a much younger dog. 

Not quite the way he used to with Tashi--where they would roll around and wrestle on the ground for hours--but still, there was a lot of playful jumping around and sparring. 

This was one of the things that made it hard to let go of Sandy, because I felt that here was a dog that Lamar actually liked. 









Florian loved the little piglet face and butt and the cuddly pittie sweetness and the tiny paws and the way she would drape herself over him with those little paws stretched out froggie-style behind her. But being awakened by a charging flaming ball of fire, licking and nipping and snorting and cavorting, every morning well before wake up time? Not so much. 








As with every dog, I was torn between the feeling of pure intense maternal love and attachment when I looked into her eyes and saw that adoring gaze and squeezed those tiny bitty paws, and the desire to just bloody be left ALONE for five minutes and the space to just...space out and for a little while not have an intense needful ball of fire to attend to. 








I sound just like my Mom, and that probably is just how Moms feel. A perpetual dance between love and exasperation. 


A very worthwhile dance, I might add, and one that I am certain I will embark on again. Once the sanity becomes too much to bear.  

10 comments:

  1. What a great set of photos happy memories showing the dogs playing.
    Sanity..now there's a word. What does that mean exactly? LOL

    Big Nose Pokes
    The Thugletsx

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  2. HA! yeah. I miss that "moment to ones self" I had before the beagle boys. The shibas left me alone a lot, they are nice and independent like that.
    I usually have to lock myself in the bathroom for moments of peace these days!

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  3. Oh goodness, sounds like Madden! She is all up in your face if you are not ready to get up EXACTLY WHEN SHE WANTS TO, which is unlike my dogs who wait until the cue of my alarm and even then they still like to sleep in!

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  4. Hi Y'all,

    Sanity? What's that?

    Y'all come back now,
    Hawk aka Browndog

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  5. I think you miss your little piglet.

    I have the greatest respect for foster parents. Not just for what they do, but for their ability to let go. That picture of her with F is very sweet.

    Have a great weekend! x

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  6. I LOVE the pic of her sleeping across Florian's back - so sweet! I wish I could foster, but with five of my own there's not much room at the inn!

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  7. Thank you for the encouragement - Tigger is a 5 month old Plott hound puppy; he is all energy, go, go, go and few of the dogs appreciate this. I have a dog friend who runs triathlons - thinking of calling her to take Tig out for a morning work-out.
    Sandy is in a great home, loved because you did so well by her - even in her energy. Love the photos of Sandy and Lamar: priceless.

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  8. Everything worth doing is hard and wonderful at the same time. Sounds like you'll be thinking about Sandy for a while to come. I hope she's having a great time at her new home.

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  9. We love these photo memories of Sandy. I often wonder how you are doing and how Sandy is adjusting to her new environment.

    Nina, Myshka, Sasha, Betsy, Lucy, Phoebe and Lily

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  10. Definitely worth the dance, but peace and quiet is nice too!

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