Life can change in an instant.
VeggieGirl moved back home. Things just didn't work out with her man. They are on good terms, though, and I am grateful for that. I still miss my former SIL, and, well, all the young fellows that used to hang around here. Guess they are all just surrogate sons to me.
So now we are a much busier household. TWO dogs and FOUR cats. Photos here. VG's dog Frankie is a rescue, and we can see why. A barker. It's taken me a week to teach him to stop when I command it. That means there are two dogs (HuggaMutt is also now full time) that must be calmed and commanded. We live on a street with a lot of foot traffic: mostly dog walkers. I do an awful lot of commanding.
And, yes, I understand that enough exercise will calm them down. Unfortunately, that is the very thing I cannot offer. Last year's back injury was caused by dog-walking on ice. The snow has arrived and the best I can do is to push them out to the back yard.
Thank heavens they have each other for exericse. I let them romp and tussle; that sort of noise has never bothered me. After all, I was raised with five brothers; scuffles were the rule, not the exception.
The cats are pretty much taking care of themselves. We have a kitty room with two twin beds thrown together and covered in comforters, pillows, throws, and a huge, bean-bag style turtle to use as a bed on the beds. All behind the security of a baby gate: it is their haven away from boisterous dogs.
As for me, VG is a cook at the local Soup's On! This ensures a steady stream of good, often vegetarian, fare. We also cook together and for each other.
The only problem now is that I have no time to clean my house. It will be months before I can get it back to my usual uncluttered, low-allergen norm. By that time, VG will probably have found a new appartment.
And I will miss her.