things I'll miss about living here | No.2 happy doggies
Thursday, October 2, 2014
My doggies are my children so that being said, their security / confidence/ happiness is important to me. They were ok with highrise living in Atlanta, where they would wait inside all day until we got home from work and take them for a walk, but they really really love having a yard and all the other features that come with this place!
After living here for a year, they're familiar with the streets and the directions in which lay their park, the grocery store, vet and of course, where their little friends live. On our walks, we always have to stop outside the gate where Banjo lives and then the gate where Sunny lives so they can say hello. Even though they don't realise such a big change is coming, I feel sad about uprooting their lives and sense of familiarity, placing them into a brand new setting (again) where they will have to relearn where everything is (again). I don't know if this makes dogs as insecure as it makes children feel, but I worry all the same. They're presently so blissfully happy!
One of my personal favourite features, and one that I will miss most dearly about living here, is how super sweet all the neighbours are towards them; always stopping for a pat, a scratch behind the ears or just a friendly 'hey there Baxter!', 'hello little Dorothy!' when they see them outside. It warms my heart. Over time, all of our neighbours have become okay with the doggies running around our front yards off their leashes chasing balls, birds, squirrels, being silly... just like children... while we stand talking to one another and supervising them... just like parents.
It all makes me apprehensive about moving away. Will our new neighbours like our doggies? Will they even care? Apathy is better than intolerance but I dislike the thought of keeping them on their leashes 100% of the time outside when they are good doggies that can be trusted, simply because our neighbours may not be dog people. Both Bax and D have become a lot more confidant and trusting of people since we moved here, I'd hate for them to regress....
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Dorothy Mantooth,
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