creek explorations in aspen last week
I was all geared up to write an extremely visually interesting blog post tonight, highlighting trends that I’ve been compiling evidence of on pinterest, and then rowdy wouldn’t let me touch his back leg.
so we’ve been at the emergency vet for 3 hours waiting, where we saw a tiny hummingbird in a Tupperware, a small fluffy dog with a bee sting on his paw (seemingly oblivious) and 6 of his human family members (engrossed), and a cat who threw up a mouthguard. we also inescapably saw ‘love island’ blasting from the TV in the waiting room and I died 6 times on the inside and praise be’d that I did not raise a little girl who ended up in a cowboy hat and a bikini on primetime cable competing for Watson’s and Rory’s attention. if you do have a daughter who’s currently doing that, fine. blessings.
rowdy is fine. he sprained or strained, but did not break, tear or rip. he’s almost 11, and one day, he will break my whole entire heart open, but until then, what a practice to live in the freaking moment and try to enjoy this dog of mine without pushing my neurosis about old age on him.
so with that, bate your breath for pinterest trends, because you aren’t safe from that. but do squeeze your pup, or any pet, a kiddo or your person tight tonight and be grateful and glad that you get right this instant with them.
namastay in bed.