Fallin'

I keep on fallin' in and out of love with her....

I posted a notice in the local newspaper about a found labrador retriever mix, hoping that her owners are desperately looking for her and will call to claim her. Of course, since neither the humane society nor animal control has responded to the report I filed last week, and I haven't seen any fliers in the neighborhood about a lost dog, the "deperate owners" theory is quickly becoming a laughable musing.

And, to be honest, I'm becoming more okay with that. I'm starting to find that I dread taking Little No Name for walks for fear that someone WILL recognize her and want her back. The idea that a week of investment into her would be long forgotten once her real owners walk back into the picture is not very appealing. We've settled into a nice ritual now of late-night walks around the neighborhood once the temps have cooled off and the neighborhood folks have settled down. I love it.

However, I'm also falling OUT of love with her. She reminds me too much of Shabbi and it's hard to separate them from each other. I find myself making all sorts of comparisons and have to remind myself that she is not Shabbi. This is why people wait a good long while to get another dog after one dies. I'm not ready to think of "replacing" Shabbi, even though her kind and generous heart would have loved knowing that we were giving another dog the same kind of love that we gave her. It's just so hard to be without my Shabbi girl. This new dog makes me laugh and cry all at the same time as I remember Shabbs.

Shabbi would want us to take care of this girl. I really do believe that.
G'night.