It has been a long few weeks since Junie’s passing. Right after everything happened, I was scheduled to work the American Country Music Awards. There was a production error, so I almost didn’t get to participate, but I did get to enjoy the show and the performances. Among my favorite performances were Jewel, Stevie Wonder, Lady Antebellum, and honestly, the show was presented very well. Texas or not, I never thought I’d see the day where I would grow an appreciation for country music.
My friends have been amazing during this time. Cards, calls, working to get me out of the house…. I had a wonderful post-rehearsal gathering with my show friends before seeing the actual show, and they’ve been inviting me out of the house to keep from dwelling too much on a more silent home. Anna and her husband invited Jen and I to the Laugh Factory at the Tropicana for a night of much-needed humor:
I also got tickets to see Still Life With Iris at the Las Vegas Academy Theater. So I got a little theater culture in of late.
But still… the house… my daily routine, has been so thrown off by Junie’s absence. I’m so used to having a little furry form follow me around that not having it was just too weird. Sophie’s a good dog, but she’d old and a little senile and a bit blind. She’s our “retired” dog. She just enjoys laying out in the sun and treats, but that’s the extent of what she does.
So on a whim, we ended up going to the The Animal Foundation. While the thought of a new dog wasn’t something I was very sure that I was ready for, one dog just isn’t enough. Sophie lost her companion as well, and she spent a lot of time in the backyard snuffling around for Junie.
I decided that I wanted another cairn terrier. I’ve spent my childhood through adult life with the breed, and that’s simply the type of dog I like. I saw one, named Peaches, who looked a lot like Junie. I don’t think she was “other dog friendly”, and I think the kennel scared her. She was friendly to me, but I understand the breed and it’s… “unique” brand of stubbornness. But in any case, we couldn’t see her as she apparently nipped one of the volunteers that day. I at least wanted to pet the dog, so I planned to come back the next day.
And yet, in one of the other cages, we ran across this little face:
The shelter called him “Keno”. He was a terrier… thing of some sort, and very friendly. One of the volunteers told me that he and his companion got dumped off at the shelter, which surprised me, given his gentle temperament. On top of that, the little dog he was brought in with was adopted, leaving him alone without his friend. But I was still set on seeing Peaches. I wanted a cairn, same as always.
I couldn’t let it go, this little guy. I thought about him, and wanted to see what he was about, so I hoped he would be there upon my return. Keno or Peaches.
Peaches has apparently nipped another person, and was then rendered “unadoptable”, which meant if someone didn’t take her soon, it wasn’t looking good. But how could someone “see” her if she wasn’t going to be made available? Sophie was brought along, and Peaches snarled and growled at Sophie, scaring her. I shook my head sadly. I couldn’t do anything to help her.
That bothered me….
Keno, however, bounded out immediately when I walked near his cage as if to say “Let’s get the day started!” I looked at him, thinking of his story, and how he had lost his own friend. It couldn’t help but resonate with me.
Keno looked at me intently, tail wagging, as if to say “Are we going to do this, or what?” So I checked him out. He did great with Sophie, and immediately took to sitting by my side. I sighed. It all seemed so fast, but I realized I wasn’t the one making the choice anymore.
The little guy chose me.
And so, a few snips later (to get him fixed. Sorry), He came to his new home. And I decided to call him Frodo.
Mr. Frodo Waggins.
Still, the plight of Peaches wouldn’t leave me alone. I think there’s a good dog under that frightened exterior. I mean, if Sophie can hate me for nearly two years solid before mellowing out and liking me, there’s a chance for anyone.
So I contacted Southwest Cairn Rescue, the place where I adopted Sophie. It’s all still in process, but it’s looking hopeful that they may be able to help Peaches. I may not have been able to adopt both dogs, but at least I could try to save both of them.
Home life with Frodo has been good, but not perfect. He developed a case of canine anorexia (who knew), and didn’t eat for a few days. Whoever heard of a dog not eating? Especially for a few days in a row? And I was so wary of “sick” dogs, I was mobilizing everything to get him better again.
But last night, he ate. And we’re moving slowly, but progressively forward.
So now the “Rule of Two” is back in effect. It’s taking some getting used to, and I still miss Junie terribly, every single day. I didn’t expect to get another dog so soon, but he needed someone. And frankly, I think we needed each other. He’s a happy little guy, and I needed that levity again.
And finally, I picked up Injustice: Gods Among Us this weekend. I normally won’t talk gaming too terribly much on this blog, but since it is a project from my former Midway alumni, family is still family. And frankly, it’s fun beating people senseless while playing as Aquaman.