As the first month of the new year, which I am having a hard time deciding when something transitions from fresh to plain and unspecial, comes to an end, I have a thing or two to report.
Speaking of new things that have lost their luster almost immediately-- we got a puppy. In my mind, I had visions of sitting in a big leather wingback chair by a crackling fireplace while reading a heavy book and puffing my pipe as our new canine friend snoozed in the dancing light. First things first, I don't have a fireplace, and secondly, that was an absurd image to conjure up in terms of raising a puppy. We got the new guy, Jet, an 8-week old black standard poodle a week into January. He is a beautiful menace. We are entirely over the puppy honeymoon phase, and I am about ready for him to pack up and go off to college.
Instead of reading books by the nonexistent fireplace, I spend my time being pulled up and down the sidewalks and yards of the neighborhood. All leather goods have been mothballed for some distant day in the future, and the rugs are rolled and stashed in the basement until we are sure he won't confuse green shag for grass. It isn't all bad. When he naps, a glorious stillness falls over the house, and I finally have time to exhale and read a few articles of the paper around the puncture marks he proudly left when "fetching" the morning news on his first of many trips to the yard.
Alongside the puppy blues comes a few other changes. Due to his eating schedule, we have been cooking much more. We already cooked a ton, but we are not going out at all. He enjoys his last meal of chicken and salmon around 7 pm, and that is when we start cocktails and dinner. Martinis have never tasted so good.
I am shocked at how much time has slowed down. Twenty-four hours feel like forty-eight. If there wasn't snow on the ground and I didn't have a giant calendar on the wall that I routinely "X" the days in red crayon, I would think we were already into the year by two months. Though now that I say that there will most certainly be snow on the ground next month too.
The extra time if you can call it that gives my mind plenty of time to wander. I also find myself talking to Jet a lot when he is awake. I can't get him to regurgitate anything I tell him like I could if I was writing it down in a journal, but the chatter is comforting to me, and I think to him as well. Explaining that the mailman means no harm and that the package he is delivering is full of dog toys seems funny to me. Even funnier Jet would rather play with the box than the toys, and the creme de la creme of things to chew on are my always on call boots that sit by the door.
Well, this nap time is about up, and my pipe is almost out. Back to dog duty!
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