Time moves on, as they say, and for me, time did move on. There was a ‘time’ when time was stuck. From the moment I was moved away from Mom until I was sold to my really nice man owner—time didn’t move at all.
Oh, yes, there was day and night. Breakfast and no food until breakfast again. Visits from different male dogs —- I always hide when I see Male dogs now. I hide and growl — then puppies. But as for time—it just stayed stuck.
At the really nice man’s time, it did a weird sorta leap forward, then stuck right fast all over again. Same ole same ole time. Different pen, different male dogs, more puppies, until the day I got sick, sick, sick.
Time was still stuck, but I was so sick I didn’t notice.
It was after the sick, sick time, and Mom coming to get me to live with her, and Dad, and TLC, that time started moving again. On a very regular basis.
There was always something happening—I learned to climb the stairs and come down the stairs all by myself, I learned it’s okay to put my head up in the blue box of safety, I learned how to let Mom or Dad know I needed to go ‘outside NOW!,’ and I learned to like the CAT!
I still had stuff to learn: to not run off when Mom took me to irrigate, that it isn’t scary to ride in the car (I’m always afraid Mom is going to give me away so I hate car rides), it’s sorta, maybe kinda fun to go to town, and I will always until my dying day HATE THE VET trips!!! Always! Although Mom and Dad go with me, I get to sit on someone’s lap and look out the window, all safe and secure. It is AT the Vet’s office I don’t like.
But we won’t talk about that—way too scary to talk about.
So, time moves on…there is a fireplace to toast my toes by in the winter, sun puddles to soak up the rays all the time, trees that have marvelous shade, and outside, smells!!! Many wonderful smells—Sigh! Peace.
Time moves on and time has taught me there is good things in this world and I’m part of them.
Life on a Colorado Farm 