All I heard was barking. That was all. And in my half-sleeping stupor I just spent the next ten minutes yell-mumbling things like “SELMA HMMMPH FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS GOOD AND HOLY WHY HNNNNNGGGGGG.” And then I actually decided to open my eyes, and poor Selma was laying quietly on the floor looking up at me sadly while the family half-breed mongrel mudblood Mosby was yipping like the terrier that he is directly outside my room.
Did I mention it was 8 am? Did I mention that he had been alone for approximately .4 seconds after the family left for school to decide it was time to bother me? No, I did not.
Then he sat on my bed, and if I stopped petting him he would lick me in the face. And now, both dogs are sound asleep again, one on my bed with his paw on my leg. If I so much as move he is going to growl at me like there’s no tomorrow. The other one is curled up on the floor, just where she did when I first brought her home, and so conked out that she occasionally starts sleep-barking.
Tomorrow I will assert my rights. Tomorrow I’ll just toss them outside when they start behaving this way, but for now, I am home. For the first time in literally months, I don’t feel like there is an anxiety attack lurking around every corner.
This little terrier/sheltie rescue, who at this moment seems so annoying, fixed my family when our first dog died just by being there, and for that I am forever grateful. So he will steal my whole bed, and there’s no sleeping in for me today, but I feel I owe him this much. Plus, he’s keeping me company. And we’re finally all together.
My neighbor just did the following things:
- walked outside on the back porch (which we kind of share, it’s divided by a piece of wood).
- hocked a loogie
- coughed again.
- hocked yet another loogie.
- walked back inside.
- made me even more annoyed with him than i usually am, which is hard to do.
not pleased. no way.
- erika: meepcago illinois. las meepgas nevada. kingsmeep. chapel meep. washington meep c.
- me: THIS IS THE WORST THING THAT'S EVER HAPPENED. i have "teenage meep" stuck in my head
- erika: in my skin tight meeps be your teenage meep tomeep. it will never end. what have we done
- me: the modern day pandoras. we have opened the box of meep and there is no hope at the bottom only meep
- erika: hahahahahahahah i meep you
- me: meep meep meep too.
If I could tell a kid anything, it would be to never grow up. Ever ever ever. Ever. Because even though there are good bits like having ice cream for dinner whenever you want and staying up late and hanging out of car windows without someone freaking out, there are bad parts too.
Like the no bed time stories, like the worrying about something besides WHO ON GOD’S GREEN EARTH STOLE MY POLLY POCKET, like knowing things can’t be simple anymore.
As I’m so often reminded what a priceless gift my life is, I ache with everything in me to make it count, so that when I finally cross the finish line, I’ll hear the words, “Well done, good and faithful servant.”
To me, there is no greater reward.
Of course, all of this weighs heavily on the spiritual scale, so allow me to be completely honest and say none of it is intended to be “crammed down the throat,” if you will. That is not my intention. This is what I wholeheartedly believe, and to that belief, I remain steadfast until He returns or calls me home.
One thing is certain:
When He comes for His own, He will have no trouble recognizing me… because my banner will be clear.” —Adam Young (Owl City)