I must remember that I chose Roger.
Roger did not choose me.
I really do best with a dog in my life -
and Roger showed up for me.
I firmly believe animals and people sort of are destined to be together.
Like Sydney and I were the greatest of friends and I knew it would not be long before another dog came into my life.
I went to every member of my family and lobbied to adopt Roger.
“This Christmas why not give Mom and Dad a gift they really will “literally” love?”
I said that I was ready for the challenge a new puppy would bring.
The entire household has been affected by this guy and everyone has had to adjust.
He is learning but it is slow going and it must begin in earnest.
Our three cats have formed a historic coalition against this latest challenge to their supremacy and their harmonious life.
Why my beloved Phoebe has moved away from our area.
I am so outta here was her basic position.
I miss her so much.
I see her in the hall and the kitchen but she just drifts off…
passes me by.
She won’t look at me.
My Yoga and walking workouts have been hard to keep up with.
So far Roger doesn’t dig my yoga mat let alone my doing Yoga.
He is simply a bounding surge-ball of puppy love all over my calm artist’s loft.
He just doesn’t understand how darn… large he is.
WOW man does this dude have a plan!
Yeah, we look about like this.
“Like when he sits around the house…
he sits around the house.”
I thought I might do my workouts once the Anchorman arrives home from work.
Good idea but as I am a died in the wool morning exerciser I need to develop an evening practice.
I am used to singing or painting or whatever.
I figure regarding my workouts it will all… work out!
I am just a creature of habit… it appears.
I have had a lot of experience with dogs and I have never met anybody quite like Roger Francis Jonah
That is his legal name that I made up and to use when I have to scold him,
which, due to his age, is often at this point.
His days are better than his nights.
(I think he is jealous of The Anchorman ’cause when we finally turn in for the night, old Roger just plunks himself between us)
“Roger shove off!”
He is 55 pounds now but he will grow to be up to 90 pounds!
I am sort of frazzled by the boy but every day is better and better.
He is trying his best.
One strange thing he does is sit on the stairs!
I don’t now why but when I am practicing my singing he sits on the steps and listens to me sing.
I kinda think it is cute and so far he seems to dig Jazz as much as we do.