Little Pig

So as Mondays go...yesterday was a doozy. Andy's car was on the fritz (or at least the steering wheel was), so we packed in the leaky Land Rover to take Andy to Redmond. At 6:00 the last thing I want to do is drive what feels like across the country, but it needed to be done.

As we sucked down our hot cocoas and treats we noticed a little pup running across the road, on the verge of being hit. We put on the brakes and Andy got out to rescue. We looked around for her puppy parents, and saw no one. After pulling over and paper toweling the poor dog we looked at each other and wondered what we should do. To distract Noah from the crazy movement that was going on, we had him name the dog. Her name was now, Pig.

By this point, Noah is screaming to keep the dog away from him (ironic since Cabo is about 100 times the size of this poor little thing!). And as you can guess I still had to take Andy to work. Lucky boy, got dropped off and here I was with a screaming child and a small wet dog who was running amuck between the front and back seat. Naturally all I could think of was how good a diet coke was gonna taste after this chaos.

I brought little Pig home, put her in Cabo's crate...put Cabo outside and hauled A*!*! to the shower, since I had to be somewhere in 10 minutes. And let's face it saying "hi nice to meet you, excuse the wet dog smell" didn't seem like a good first impression.

Fast forward an hour. Took little Pig to the vet, where it will be known she is a runaway and will be taken to a shelter to be put up for adoption in a few days.

Fast forward to today. I miss little Pig. So does Noah. "I miss that little dog Mama." How did that happen? I hated dogs. Now I'm with one for 2 hours and I can't stop thinking about her. I've gone mad I tell ya.

My point being is that of attachment. Isn't it funny how quickly you get attached to things. How you can't let go of things as easily as you used to?

My current attachment issues:

*Noah graduating from his preschool. I'm attached to the school, teachers, resources and my Mom buddies.

*Attached to Noah's toddlerhood. Its going by too fast.

*Attached to my age. I'm running out of baby time.

*Attached to my iPhone. I tried a Droid. Yick.

*Attached to my parents. I hate that my Dad had any kind of surgery yesterday,

*Attached to one very wobbly black Lab.

*Attached to one Mr. B-the kind of guy who would pick up a stray.


I miss little Pig.