He’s more like a fuzzy happy garbage can that eats whatever you drop into it- need I mention that I’m sure he’s the reason why my cat’s litter box is suspiciously clean at times?
Together it’s safe to say that Hamish eats anything.
Anything that is except for the Baby’s Bee ( that’s what we call pacifiers in my family- Bees ) that turned up in the street on our walks.
Hamish sniffed the Bee once and from then on he walks wide circles to get away from it- not only does he avoid it I’ve noticed other dogs doing the same thing.
It’s been there for almost two weeks now- so I named it the Poison Bee.
( Hamish putting hate on the Poison Bee )
Sometimes I’ll be going through my day or just as I fall asleep at night or when I wake up in the morning and I think to myself- what is it with that Bee…the Poison Bee…and I’m starting to think maybe it’s got to me, that it’s in my system working it’s way through my blood like poison does.
My dog Domino died about 4 years ago this October.
Domino was diagnosed with congestive heart failure and by managing her diet, giving her a chance to go on very short walks everyday and making sure she had lots of attention from me and her cat brothers ( who never left her side ) she had low if next to no stress in her day to day life. Domino had a few symptoms show up from day to day and none of the others that you would normally see in a dog suffering from this disease so I consider us lucky.
I won’t fool you, for the last two years of her life I was devoted to Domino and her care and it was a lot of work but I didn’t care-Domino was spirited and smart, she hated to get her paws muddy and loved getting her nails clipped and when she was a puppy she fought off and got the better of a dog that outweighed her by over 40 pounds.
Domino was an exceptional creature- second to none, two or four legged.
One thing bothers me though- it bothered me the night she died and it bothers me now.
I had come home from work and as usual we went on our little walk, we ate dinner and we settled down to watch some TV in our bedroom.
After a few minutes started to cough and then she got up, turned around a few times in her bed, she got comfortable and she died.
Domino went on her own clock, I believe that.
She knew what she wanted ( her walk, her dinner with Mom and our evening of tv watching ) and after she had her regular day she let go.
Me and Domino were alone together on the night she died- I put her pink blanket on her but I didn’t cover her face.
She had been such a pretty dog that I couldn’t do that- and I thought that if there was little spark in there somewhere, I wanted her to see me and her cat brothers until she was really gone.
I don’t know what I wanted to give her in those final moments of her life- she sort of ninja moved her way out of the world- but I guess was what bothered me was that she knew she was going to die and I didn’t- I thought it was going to be another evening at home with my girl.
But it wasn’t like any other day – she died at the foot of my bed.
There are two holidays that I will throw myself into, headfirst with blind gelato bingeing passion:
Halloween and my dog Hamish’s Birthday.
I missed Hamish’s first birthday because I was in Las Vegas- every time I think about that I feel guilty and buy him some new toys. I buy him toys buy Kong- which means I blow some serious coin on toys that he drops into mud puddles or drowns in his swimming pool ( you read that right, he has a swimming pool) when he gets tired of them.
My guilt knows no budget.
So this is how I feel about Hamish Birthday and Halloween as a rule:
They need to be bankers holidays.
I want businesses to close, I want stamps and coins minted in their honor and if you even think about making gluten free treats on those days instead of real treats that make your teeth scream in agony before the sugar even crosses your lips I will personally show up at your house and kick you out of the human race.
I do like Holidays for the most part- they’re fun, some involve food and music and if you don’t get the day off, other people do and your commute to work is a light one.
I just don’t want to take bankers holidays seriously, I don’t want to be forced to reflect on the day if I don’t want to and I don’t want to argue about their significance to the world or the community or the greeting card industry.
Who’s with me on this?
I should mention, cupcakes and margaritas are involved in my vision the new Banker’s Holiday calendar. If they were a staple of all the banker’s holidays I wouldn’t feel the need to cut so many of them loose.