I’m a new mom. At 12 weeks old, she’s weighing in at 16 pounds and growing by the day. We’re crating her, which is actually going better than I thought it would. Potty time is still problematic, but I’m hopeful with time and practice that we’ll get into the rhythm of things. She doesn’t care for bathtime, loves our walks, and will-sit-for-treat.
Her name is Giovanna Hope. We’ve nicknamed her Gia Hope. She is probably a Great Pyrenees-Husky mix. She had me at those eyes! And her coat is yummy white. Don’t get me started on those floppy ears. OMG. She’s absolutely perfect!
And I’m absolutely petrified!
I’ve never been a puppy-mama before. Kitty-mama plenty. Even a few fish, gerbils, hamsters, lizards, and even a couple of snakes have claimed me as mama…. But never a dog. Let alone a baby dog. Yikes!
She came from a high-kill shelter in Texas. I’d been considering adopting a dog for six months or so, even since I dogsat my friend Joel’s precious Toby. Who was perfect. In every way. And I fell in love with him. And that made me think, hmmmmmm…..
I saw her picture and it was like a jolt of electricity flew right through my phone and into my body. I wrote to my friend Jen and said OHMYGODIHAVETOHAVEHER. We began the process of getting her into the vet there. Once at the hospital, they discovered she had parvovirus and it was touch-n-go… we all held our breaths while we prayed the medicine would help her survive. She proved strong and regained health quickly.
Along with 71 other dogs, she was transported via semi to Buffalo, New York. She made it across the states and through a snowstorm to arrive in my arms and into my heart.
Still, though. What was I thinking?
Ya see, I’m a clean freak. I like schedules. I neeeeeeed my personal space and perfectly perfect routine. I do not like surprises. Or messes. Orderly and predictable, that’s how I roll.
Gia Hope, what are ya doing to me? Messing -literally, messing- with my schedule and cleanliness (I have spent the entire weekend cleaning her crate after poopie accidents, rewashing towels and blankets and toys, and disinfecting anything she may have touched with her poopie bottom and paws.) All up in my space. Routine? Ha! Surprises? Yip yap yes! My life is on semi-hold til she is able to control her bowels and bladder. I find myself anxious, wondering if I’ll be able to successfully get her through her puppy stage. With my sanity.
And yet. Perhaps she is in my life for just this reason. To allow me to let go a little. Let the house be a little messy, my schedule a little crazy and unpredictable. Maybe this precious little furball is growing me, evolving my tightly wound soul into something a little more relaxed, softened, present.
I can be so freaking driven, so high on controlling, that I forget that life is supposed to be enjoyed, lived, filled with laughter, love, adventure… every moment … each and every one is supposed to be LIVED.
Livable moments. One after the other.
Maybe I’ve overrated this thing I call sanity?…..
Or was what I was trying to maintain previously – spotclean house, orderly schedule, predictably predictable life – maybe that was insane…
Our lives improve only when we take chances, and the first and most difficult risk we can take is to be honest with ourselves. – Walter Anderson
Gia, oh Gia…
Ah, heck… God knows. And surely God brought this little fur-rascal into my life for me to enjoy… and hopefully Gia loves her new home here with us as well.
How about you? Ever invite something or someone into your life… only to have yourself shaken to the core? Maybe it’s your best medicine ever.
Our adventure continues….
Energiegal here… Love works. LIFT the vibe of our world.