Thursday, April 02, 2026

wet

I know, I know -- April showers bring May flowers. I suppose I should consider myself lucky -- we have entered a period of daily rain and at the moment I do not have a dog to walk. At least not in the physical meaning of ownership. Sadey is still constantly on my mind. Getting up without her greeting, taking a shower without her licking the shower door, going downstairs and ... not going out immediately for a walk with her. Okay, so the rain and mud outside make this part at least a bit of a relief. Short-lived. Breakfast without Sadey is a sad state of affairs.



I've paused my usual reading to dive more deeply into dog books. I used to do this with dogs I cared for many decades ago, but I haven't gone back to it this time around. People are much more likely to watch video clips that address particular dog issues that worry them, but we don't look for a comprehensive overview anymore. Much of what I've learned about today's science on dog care and dog training comes from dog classes and dog people I've met out there. With the occasional video and online report thrown in. But the book approach is so much better! It gives a fuller picture, covering topics you don't know are relevant until you read them and think to yourself -- wow, that' useful information! Lesson learned: just because you raised dogs in the past does not make you well equipped to raise dogs today. The science has changed. Dog ownership has changed. Dog availability has changed. It's a brave new world out there!

Just before noon, I meet up with Ed for lunch at Tati's. His idea and one I like. Our neighborhood coffee shop is adored by residents, but it's a very theoretical adoration. The place is almost always empty and they have been cutting back hours as a result. If we don't use it, I'm sure we'll lose it. 



And then I'm back on kid duty: pick ups, feedings, and transports to Sally's House. 

(yellow boots on a gray day)


 

 

 (at Hubbard Diner)


 

 

(running in the rain)


 

 

(Sally's House games)


 

 

Because I do not have a dog at doggie daycare, I let their dad pick the kids up here. Funny how much Henry and then Sadey shaped my day! Transporting them to the other side of town took time. And yet, I felt I had to give them that play experience. You learn a lot about dog socialization in the pup literature of today. A quiet home for the day is not exactly a great way to get your dog to feel comfortable with other canines or their owners. Doggie daycare isn't just there to address their separation anxiety. If done well, it serves many good purposes, in the same way that schools, when done well, are essential for a kid's full development. And indeed, both Henry and Sadey were exceptionally adept at managing play with other dogs. My next dog will most certainly have doggie daycare hours as well.

Ed comes over while the kids are still here. Sweet guy is helping me put together a lawn mower. (Okay, "helping me" is inaccurate -- I'm not doing any of it.) The young two leave, he and I linger on the couch, I fix a light supper. Like old times, though once the strong storm warnings come at us, he's off to look after the farmhouse animals.

A quiet evening for me. To reflect, to read, to burn my candle -- of hope this time. For the well being of sweet Sadey. I love you, old girl, I really love you.

with so much love... 

Wednesday, April 01, 2026

April

I had a debate with the kids yesterday in the car -- isn't April the best month of the whole lot of them? That was my position. Perhaps not the first half of the month. Not in south central Wisconsin. But once you've filed your taxes (April 17th this year), you are on the path to the sublime.The kids argued in favor of May. I get it. May is beautiful. May is warmer. May is colorful. But that first blush of the growing season is downright inspirational!

Only today doesn't feel especially inspirational. After bouncing around in all directions, the temps settled down to a cool range that feels more like early March. And this is the day I'm to place Sadey in her new digs. It's a gut wrenching move for me, driven more by my aversion to risk, rather than my conviction that this is absolutely the best move for her. I think it is, but I can't be sure. Which makes me feel awful. Because what if it isn't? What if her new people dont love her as much as I do?

I take her for a longer morning walk than usual. To the bike path and prairie fields that spill out toward the farmette. There was a prairie burn here a few days ago. Sadey takes in these new surroundings.



This is as close as she will ever get to the farmhouse, which is sad for me. Though I suppose no dog will ever feel at home there. Ed has stuff scattered all over. Not in a dog friendly fashion. And of course, the cats rule there now -- all three (Dance, Unfriendly, and Pancake)  regard it as their domain. Three cats that do not want to make friends with any human (aside from Ed and me), let alone a dog.  

At home, Sadey and I go through our breakfast routine...



And then we do her version of a photo session. Henry sat still for a photo shoot. Sadey runs and jumps and cavorts all over the place, regarding this as a joyful event, all about play rather than some silly picture taking moment.



(How about some selfies, little pup? I can't stop photographing you today...0

 


 

 


 

 

 


 

She rests next to me, we go out for another walk, I give her a favorite toy to lick and then we head for her new place. 

(the famous Sadey smile)


 

 

I wont expound on the sadness that I feel -- different than the overwhelming grief I had with Henry, but no less intense. Sadness at not having her on the couch next to me. Sadness of not burying my face in that wonderful smell that is uniquely hers. Sadness because she loved me and I loved her. Sadey Sweetness, Sadey Sadness -- one and the same for me.

 

I go to the farmhouse, I hang out with Ed, leaning heavily on his shoulder., I return home. Yukky empty place without a dog in sight. Quiet and lifeless. April coming in with a slump. 

On the upside, the farmette showed me the first daffodil in full bloom.  

 


 

And a Lenten Rose.. 

 


 

Sigh... I do have great hopes for the girl. I must. And there will be a dog here soon. Not a rescue, because I just cant face another traumatized pup. Their anxieties have overwhelmed me. Turns out I'm not made of hard stuff after all. I'd make a lousy foster parent to canines. Letting go is not a skill I possess.

with so much love...