Our 5 year old Chiweenie. Good dog, hardly barked, very bright, smiling enthusiasm all the time. She is curious about everything, mostly about this people puppy that has caught Mom's fancy. We were to spend the weekend at our son and daughter in law's home and have a BBQ today with her parents and sister, including the husband & 2 kids (2 years & 2 months).
Ian heard stories from the guy across the street about post partum depression. They have a 5 month old now but his wife would hop in the car at 2 or 3 in the morning, rolll down the windows, crank up the stereo and sit in a parking lot. Daughter in law (DIL) had a baby 2 weeks ago. DIL will remain nameless here as will the school system she is a child psychiatrist for. Friday news reported two people found dead in a home. Later we learn that the young deceased girl is a client or at least was appraised (evaluated?) by DIL. She's a wreck, school keeps reaching out for her to come in. The other deceased is the girl's Mom, very supportive and active in the school. Mom offed the girl and then herself.
Too much crap on the world, my wife takes DIL shopping, Stu Leonard's is great! Stopped at a garden center, life is a bit brighter.
Usually Trish texts when they leave somewhere to ensure the dogs (Stella and their 2) are inside. She didn't. Stella hears the car come up the driveway and bolts, ZERO line of site, couldn't have stopped in time even if you saw her. Stella's gone. Instantly.
Tough night. Lot of crying, no finger pointing, no coulda, shoulda stuff. Tough ride home, Trish didn't know what to do with her hands for a 3 hour ride. She napped, cried, napped & cried. Home and tonight will be worse, first night without the 9lb. foot warmer listening for your every move. She walked around the house picking up doggie stuff and bawling. I do what I can. Tomorrow will be better.
