I’m cleaning the house so dogs (and people) can come over. The absurdity of this does not escape me.
It’s amazing how much dog hair is still in the carpet. We’ve vacuumed at least three times since January, and it’s still there.
I was a little sad yesterday that the Abby smell had faded from a couple of her blankets. Not to worry– just fire up the vacuum, and she’s there in full force. It’s a mixed blessing, though. It’s good to have the reminder, but it’s not exactly the most pleasant smell in the world. It’s very concentrated and strong, and smells vaguely like she just threw up. We put a scented oil diffuser out to mask the scent so our new visitors won’t mind as much.
Sweeping the kitchen is weird. I used to check for stray drops of dog drool so I wouldn’t drag the dusty broom through them, leaving icky gray/brown streaks on the linoleum. I don’t have to do that right now, but I hope to soon.
I went to a pet store yesterday for the first time since January. I used to go almost weekly, and I miss that part of my routine. I bought some BilJac liver treats, some bacon treats, and a steak-flavored rope toy. The dog’s foster mom said that BilJac were her favorite, so I thought it would be nice to have some of them on hand. And everything’s better with bacon. My love for meat is well documented.
I’m not ready to share Abby’s toys right away, so I got the new toy. I’ll be ready to share them with New Dog, but I want to know who she is first. I’m hopeful that we’re meeting her today, but the practical side of me (the part that’s still healing) is cautious.
It’s going to be really fun to have a Boxer in the house again, even if it’s only for a few hours.
