Is It Just Me?
Join Wimberley humorist Susan Rigby as she attempts to navigate “the small stuff.”
Having four dogs and one human means my little home is actually a big dog house. It didn’t start out that way. First there was one and somehow we ended up as a family of five.
I bought a sofa that was big enough for me and all the dogs to lie on. There is plenty of room for all of us, but they seem to enjoy sleeping together in the shape of a W, so finding a place for me to fit is a challenge. Luckily, I have two sofas of the same size, so I can move to the other one when needed. Unfortunately, within two minutes, all of the dogs move to the other sofa with me. My daily exercise consists of a sit up from one sofa and a leap to the other before the dogs beat me to it. I am thankful that they allow me exercise time.
My ex-relative never let her dog on the sofa, so when I visited, I sat on the floor with my dogs and hers. We no longer visit my ex-relative, but I have heard rumors that her dog has started a petition to move in with me and my fur kids.
My pantry is half filled with dog food and treats. When one of the dogs no longer likes what they are being fed, unless it is bacon, I switch to new food and treats. I could feed the dogs in our county with all of the partially-used dog food containers I continue to store, just in case they decide they liked their previous food.
The dogs have five downstairs beds and four beds upstairs. I want to take one of the downstairs beds away, but they play musical beds. I wonder if they think they will get a new brother or sister, so they are preparing for it.
Being a foster fail has taught me that I am not the best foster mom. I don’t like to give them up. My house and my pocketbook are both filled and empty, but full of love.
