|Hannah, Bella and me earlier this week. Bella isn't much of a poser.|
I brought Bella with me to lunch. We were eating outside, there were other dogs sitting quietly by their owners. Bella was pretty mellow and sat on everyone's lap. She gets a lot of attention when I take her out (and consequently so do I) though for now she refuses to walk with a leash. It's more of a drag. I say to her, "wanna go for a drag?" And we sound like cool, hip beatnik smokers from the 60s. Dog training starts this Saturday.
I have such a good time with her even though I've bitched like a lunatic about her. If I'd gotten her soon after my breakup, I would not have even processed grief similar to when a person substitutes a new person for an existing relationship. Grief goes by the wayside. Bella would have allowed me to sail through my grief as if I'd pre-planned a new relationship though our relationship would have been inauthentic.
We went to the vet this morning. I had a dog-poop sample in my purse. Jealous?
I've temporarily fateaued at a 40 lbs weight-loss though I feel fantastic. No regrets whatsoever; do not miss food. I'm relieved of cravings for the time being (and have been since surgery). I *do* get thirsty for water though I carry a metal (aka green) water bottle with me everywhere, sometimes I am forced to share my water with the dog.
I confess that earlier today I ate 3 tiny home-grown tomatoes. They came from a neighbor's garden and tasted delicious. Don't tell Dr. Crabby.