Sammie

Today is yet another gloomy day in the neighborhood. The wind blows and dots of humidity spray against the old wooden porch. My dog refuses to listen, and I am just about sick of her misbehaving ways. I miss Abby so much. I think we were blessed with a perfect dog the first time around, and now, no other dog will ever be able to compare. Sometimes I think it was a mistake to get Sammie. Secretly in my heart, I resent her. I just can't love her in the same way as I did Abby. It probably was too soon. She was a little saviour, because we bought her the day before I lost my job at the investment place. I don't know of anything else that can cheer up a person quite like a puppy can. So in my sorrows, I would go outside and play with the 1/2 foot tall puppy and feel the warmth of the sun and forget about the firey needles in my heart on what was to come.

Now that Sammie is about a year old and doesn't listen and is stinky and isn't too bright, I just get so impatient with her. I have to remember that in her mind, she is in no way connected to Abby. It's tough sometimes.


Baby Sammie, August 2004

I only have a little bit of at-home work to do today. I should do something productive when I'm not working, such as dishes/laundry/clean the bedroom/bathroom.