Knock Wood for Me, Please

I'm a little nervous about saying it in print, but ...

I had a pretty good day.

I'm not only taking the correct dosage of the important medicine now, I'm also back on the donnatal, at the doctor's suggestion. This means that since about ten this morning, I have had no pain. Let me say that again: no pain. The lack of pain is actually so obvious to me that every five to ten minutes I kind of think "Huh, nothing hurts," and then I smile and go back to what I was doing. I have no idea what the night-time will bring, but this has been really nice.

I even managed to go out and do some things with the girls and not have any kind of emergency the whole time I was out. I'm a little loopy because the donnatal does that, but you know, feeling just a little bit stoned is not the worst thing you can feel, eh?

So I was giving a little more thought to the dog issue, inspired, actually, by Diane, who left me a wonderful comment. I didn't realize that you actually can train little dogs (and big ones, I suppose, but ick) to go in the house on a wee-wee pad or newspaper, if you need them to. It's not a first option, but it's an option for times that I can't get out. And I also realized that depending on the dog I get -- she has an adorable tiny dachshund -- that I could put the dog on a leash and just walk it around the backyard and pick up the stuff right then, and not have to walk all up and down the street in bad weather.

Then I remembered that there is a breed I fell in love with at my cousin's house in Florida a couple of years ago; I probably put a link to it here then, too. The dog is called a Coton du Tulear, which is a totally stupid name. (Here's a link to a breeder's site, but you can get an idea from the pictures and stuff.) The thing is that these dogs have just the temperament I'm looking for. They love to run around the house, but don't care if they get much outside exercise. They bond totally to their people and will stick to you like velcro when you're home. They're good with children. They're very excitable puppies, but mellow down nicely. They have long, cottony fur, but do not shed, although they probably need to be groomed fairly often. They're about the size of a bichon frise, which my cousin has one of as well, and they get along great.

All very, very good. Only drawbacks are that this is probably a pretty expensive dog, and there are probably none anywhere that need rescue or are in shelters. However. Even I, when I got to the part about "the size of a bichon frise", realized that a bichon is probably just fine a dog for me. They are much more common, and it's more likely that I could find one who needs help and a home. They're the perfect size and all, and from those that I've ever spent time with, also very affectionate and cuddly. And if someone were offering a bichon-mix for adoption, that would probably be just fine, too.

So all I need is to stick to the timeline. Get well. Work for three years. Retire. Get that lobotomy for the Hubs. Dog.

Check.


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