Today was an enlightening day. People all over the country were celebrating Martin Luther King and our city held a protest that the NAACP hasn't done enough to eradicate racism. I wonder how they want them to accomplish this. I don't know. My guess would be to teach everybody tolerance for things that you wouldn't necessarily choose for yourself. And if it can't be taught at home, then it should be started in Kindergarten and preschool. But the schools are already doing that and I have no answers.
I didn't do much today except look after my poor, sick hubby. We stayed low key and pretty much stayed in our jammies all day. Took a good nap and forced fluids down him. He did roast a chicken, make stuffing and green beans, my favorite, for dinner. I watched tv and cruised craigslist. Tonight I started crocheting again. Hubby is taking the UHaul truck into work tomorrow to have the work studies unload it, then I will meet him there after therapy to take him to lunch and back to work. And maybe to the bank.
I spent a lot of time today petting Kira, my corgi without a tail. She calms me and makes me feel good. I remember when I first went to the farm to see the puppies and pick one out to be my very own. They were only 4 weeks old and she was so bright and happy. Unlike a typical corgi, she only has a little bit of white on her nose but has the full bib and white capped feet. She is delicate and has the most adorable snout. We took her outside and held her, took some pictures and tried to come up with a name for her. I mentioned Kira from Deep Space Nine and hubby jumped right on board. We went back at 6 weeks to visit and she had grown so big, but still was so little. Only two more weeks until she was going to come home with us.
Instead of driving the 3 hours out to Burlington to get Kira, the owners of the farm told us they would meet us halfway. On Halloween in 2011, we met them and picked up Kira. She was so playful and cuddly, I held her all the way home. We crated her for the first 6 months of her life, better to house break her. Then my daughter, Cassie, brought her puppy, Cookie, over and we ended up keeping her too. We had to house break her, too. But the two got along, sort of. They would fight every once in a while. We thought about breeding Kira but figured Cookie might hurt the puppies and Kira was a pet, so we had her spayed instead. Now they only fight once in a great while.
We are happy with the three dogs we have, Cookie, Kira and Baby. Baby balances out Cookie and Kira and plays with each of them. Bringing in another dog would upset that balance and overload me. Three is a handful but doable. Four tends to put me in panic. We had 4 dogs for a while, not our decision. Hubby's mom passed away and we ended up with her dog. He would get along with the other dogs but not on our bed. He used to snarl and growl and terrorized Kira, Cookie and Zues. He would sleep at the foot of my bed and Kira was a nervous wreck. It took a year after we had to put him down for Kira to sleep out from under the bed and start coming up on it. Cookie took it in stride.
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