With the Mothers Day Historic Home Tour (see previous post)
behind me as well as the local fire station open house on June 1 that I helped
coordinate, I’m feeling much more relaxed and ready to enjoy some down time. I’ve also closed a chapter and am preparing
to start a new one. I moved out of
my space at the Rustic Sparrow a week ago. Sales were slowing down there and it just wasn’t fun
anymore. Now I have a storage
space and half of my garage full of merchandise like this last item I painted
but I will find homes for all of it in another way and then I’ll move on to
something else.
It feels a little strange; I still see a piece of furniture
and begin thinking about what I would do with it but there’s no longer a reason
to do that. I guess it’s a habit
that I’ll be able to end after a few conversations with myself.
Ending that chapter doesn’t mean I’ll stop being creative –
that much I know. I’ll be working
on my home more and possible doing some custom work or creating smaller items
that can be sold on etsy – when I’m ready.
I do have other news.
I’m fostering an adorable little two-year-old corgi/dachshund/Chihuahua
mix and odds are I’ll be officially adopting her in a couple of weeks.
Maisie Grace tugged at my heart when I saw her at an adoption
event 2 weeks ago. She has a
delicate little face I loved at first sight. Unfortunately, she had recently given birth to a litter of 4
very cute puppies and she was somewhat emaciated. You could see the vertebrae in her back, her ribs, and her
hips. She practically inhaled the
first serving of kibble provided by the rescue group so I stepped up the amount
they’d recommended and increased the number of feedings, switching to puppy
food. Within a week she looked
less gaunt and had more energy.
Two weeks later, she’s VERY full of energy and has filled out
beautifully and the hair she lost as a result of her pregnancy is coming in and
looking much more Corgi-like.
When I first picked her up at the adoption event, Maisie
practically hugged me back, laid her head against my neck and we were bonded. For the next 2-3 days, she was usually in my arms or lap and
part of me wondered if I was creating a monster that would insist on being
carried everywhere. Fortunately,
not so – and my gut instinct was right - as her strength returned, she was at
first willing to get down and stay nearby but it wasn’t long before she began
to head off and explore on her own.
Now she’s a feisty little thing who lets pedestrians on her sidewalk
know just whose house this is.
On the ride home, I was thrilled Maisie was to become part
of my life but I wondered how she would do with my lab-mix, Flame. Flame is 12 years old and medium sized but
I’ve seen what he can do to a young possum and it isn’t pretty. It didn’t turn out to be a problem.
When they met, I could see that he was a little anxious, but very tolerant and
they quietly approved of each other.
Two days later, Maisie decided to play and Flame rose to the occasion. I have never seen him play with another
dog and at his age, I didn’t expect him to learn how, but he did and, oh
my! They have a blast! Maisie climbs up on him and bops him in
the face with her paw and they’re off!
I keep waiting for Flame, who looks huge next to her, to step on Maise
while they play but he hasn’t yet – he’s gentle but I see they’re both having a
great time. I’ve noticed that
Maisie even snuggles into him sometimes and they have mutual face-licking
moments. It does my heart good to
see that. They like to walk side-by-side when I take them out.
So now I play catch up with details in my life I’d set aside
during my typically hectic spring and hang out with my 4-legged kids.
Sounds like a great way to spend
the summer. After that, who knows!
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