Today marks 9 years since I brought Rory home! I would say it’s his Gotcha Day, but I think that would technically be when I first met him on August 7 and was like, “Mmm hmm, yes. He’s theone.” Nevertheless, I still like to consider today his Homecoming Anniversary. 💜
It goes without saying, but finding the good in these trying times has been hella difficult. I miss the obvious things like hanging out with friends, seeing family, going out and about, and traveling. But one thing I haven’t taken for granted is that I’m able to spend more time with Rory — especially since he’s now considered a senior. AH! It hurt to just even type that 😩 He’ll always be a puppy to me! I can’t even tell he’s aged since he’s all white and is still super energetic.
I remember last summer, I was at a shopping outlet out of town [le sigh] and I had Rory in a stroller — this woman came up to me and asked if she could pet him, so I said sure and when she asked how old he was and I said 8, she goes, “Oh cool, a senior dog.” 😨 I still can’t believe it’s been 9 years though. Getting a dog has been a dream of mine since I was just a wee baby, so even though all this time has passed I still look at Rory sometimes and think to myself, “Holy crap, I have a dog!”
Rory tolerates me terribly singing “Always Be My Baby” by Mariah Carey to him or my own original silly ditties. Also me walking by and shaking his butt saying “SO FLUFFY!” And in turn I tolerate him barking at anyone or anything that walks by our house while he looks out the front window (most recently he barked at a hummingbird), or playing hard to get when it’s time to put his harness on before we go out for a walk. Or when I ask him to come over and he just stares at me and walks away. He’s basically me in dog form and I don’t know whether to be amused or annoyed 😅 I love him unconditionally anyway.
I had my first official day of dog grooming school last Saturday! The main thing I’ve been doing is learning how to properly bathe and dry them, clean their ears, and clip their nails. Clipping their nails is scary as fuck, you guys. I accidentally cut a little too close on an Italian Greyhound’s hind paw and it started bleeding, and he already nearly fell off the table prior to that when I was drying him. Soooo, yeah. Not good! Despite how nerve wrecking he was, I didn’t let it get to me and managed to soldier on with the other dogs I had to bathe. I think I’m supposed to start learning how to do sanitary cuts this week (buzzing off fur underneath the tail and belly area), and need to be able to name different parts of a dog’s anatomy since I’m getting quizzed on that on Friday.
It’s really hard work. I wasn’t expecting it to be easy, but my poor back was in a world of pain from having to bend over the tub.
So, why dog grooming? It’s seems pretty random considering that I got my degree in Creative Writing. But like I learned in the soul sucking Business of CW class I took my senior year, all writers take on random jobs to support themselves. My degree isn’t helping me out much as far as jobs/careers are concerned. Maybe it would help if I wanted to be a teacher, but I have absolutely no desire for that. Being a tutor is enough for me on the education front! I’ve been trying to figure out what I want to do as far as work is concerned. Ideally, it would involve traveling opportunities, writing, and working with like-minded people, but what job is that? So then I thought about working with dogs. Ever since I got Rory, my heart aches even more when those damn Humane Society commercials with Sarah McLachlan come up. Or if I see a stray dog, it hurts too because I hate the fact that they don’t have a loving family to spoil them rotten. I knew I didn’t want to be a vet or vet tech, but I wanted to help/work with dogs in some capacity. Dog grooming presented itself a few times since my aunt saw an ad in the paper about a local dog grooming school last year. I always brushed it aside whenever she brought it up, but last year it came up again and it just clicked. So that’s where I am now!
I’m also taking an online creative writing class which is going fairly well. I started working on a new story last night and ended up writing over 1,000 words! Still not sure where the story is going, but it feels really good to be creating fiction again. 🙂