I feel like no matter what we do, our pets catch on. They are these odd little internal magnifying glasses to our soul that see through all of the bullshit. They know when we hurt. Lulu especially the past few days has been such a loving girl. She gets it. I’ve had nothing but cuddles, and love, and when I want to hold her so close…she just stays (this is SUPER out of character for this girl)…

Back story:

A lady in my complex who had constantly asked me whenever we’d see her “when can I have a dog like yours” exchanged numbers with me when I found out Lulu’s parents had created another litter. She couldn’t have been more excited. For an older lady, I received non stop calls and text messages, and she seemed as though she could not wait to get this dog (a really adorably cute one, at that). Once she got the puppy, she lasted less than 48 hours with the dog until she took her to the pound without communicating this to me. To make matters worse, today I received a text from this woman who lied about the entire story, and after catching her in a lie, lied again. I can’t. I have so many regrets, I could have adopted the puppy… it’s over but it’s insane to me that people don’t think about the downside of adopting an animal prior to doing so. 

Front story:

I’m sad about the puppy/worried about her/she looks JUST like Lulu did and I couldn’t imagine Lu in a situation like that (I know I’m super overprotective of her and spoil the crap out of her…but still). Today has been two years since my friend, old roommate, best smack talker I’d ever met passed away. Losing someone is so strange. I spoke to him earlier today and asked him a question I won’t repeat (Jon, you probably will read this and laugh…but I did want to know that answer). I asked him to flicker the lights for a “yes”… but maybe it’s a yes and you don’t want to admit it. I think that somehow, he’s made my dog HATE everyone that knocks on the door so that I HAVE to answer the door (he always thought I was insane for being afraid to do so). I drove by his favorite restaurant today on the way to a store because the nearest ones to me were out of what I needed. I drove by his work when it was completely out of way and I’d never actually do that, but was on the way to where I needed to go. Jon would leave me the best notes on our whiteboard, he loved The League, bacon, cooking, and Dogsfishhead beer. He hated vegans (except for me), Pepsi, and had this way of making EVERYONE he met like him. It seems unfair that someone who I feel actually made the world a better place is gone. How does that happen?

Thanks for making sure I’ve tried Phil’s. Thank you for forcing me to answer the front door (I know that’s all you). Thank you for giving me those subtle Jonathon reminders I needed after a week like this. It’s actually what I imagined you’d tell me about this dog lady that made me laugh and shrug it off instead of totally losing my mind on her. 

Stay close, friend.