Tag Archives: Pets

Nightmares

23 Oct

I guess nightmares and bad dreams happen to everyone.

Even dogs.

Frank sleeps at my feet on the floor. Sometimes he goes in his kennel which is ‘his room’ that he staunchly protects against intruders, and sometimes he sleeps on a piled up old comforter in the corner that he likes to make a nest of. Occasionally he will sleep in my laundry. But I always hear him. He is always close, nearby, attached. I’m not a great sleeper. I either sleep lightly and poorly or I slip into a deep and coveted coma. But I can hear him. I feel Floyd’s breathing and I feel her purr, her heart, I know she is with me. Together we have become dependent on the sound of the hound dog’s snore.

Last night he snored as usual. Until a few hours at, say, 3 or 4 am. I heard him get up and walk from the comforter pile to the laundry corner. I lifted my head to make sure he was ok, and watched him pace the room then settle in to my soiled laundry garments.

About half an hour later I registered that his breathing sped up. I opened my eyes, then returned to exhaustion. Five minutes after that his breathing became a panicked whimper, quick and frightened. I looked down to see him paddling through the air. I felt sad, wondering what sort of dream must be upsetting him (giant attack squirrels, inedible kibble, an endless meadow full of thorns…)? I laid back down. He yelped out loud, crying, growling, howling, woke himself up. I rolled over to a snout halfway on the bed, fully in my face. He crawled in, curled up, and fell asleep by my belly. I guess he’s still a baby enough to need to sleep with his mommy when he has a bad dream. Swoon. October must creep out everyone, even my furry family. Maybe he watched too much Walking Dead with me Monday night?

Anniversary

22 Sep

For three years now I have written this blog, pouring all the horrors of my heart and soul out for the world to see. Not anything of much consequence.

Three years ago I was posing naked in my local dive bar.

Three years ago I lived in Edo and worked for UNM.

Three years ago I hated working out and loved wearing heels.

Three years ago I really loved cheeseburgers.

Two years ago I was posing in yoga clothes in Santa Fe.

Two years ago I was living in Edo and working at Holy Cow.

Two years ago I was dying my hair pink on accident in an attempt to save money.

Last year I was donning my hiking boots out in El Morro.

Last year I was living in Midtown and working at Holy Cow and UNM.

Last year I read a lot of non-fiction about serial killers.

This year I am recently back from a bout of restless and fanatic travel with Floyd and the hound dog puppy.

This year I am marginally homeless and working at Holy Cow.

This year I’ve grown out my hair and added a feather to my locks.

Not too much has changed, honestly. Different projects, different boyfriends, different apartments, different random injuries, but the plot remains the same.

Reason enough to shake it up, I say.

Happy Anniversary, Linds!

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I don’t usually get homesick…

9 Mar

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Sometimes it is hard to travel when the puppysitter sends photos of Little F taking a nap after his walk. Even if the travels are a fun little music mini tour, five days is a long time to go without snuggles. I called home so Floyd could meow to me over the phone and I could tell her that I love her and I miss her. Then I called the puppysitter to coo via cellphone at the little hound dog who is learning important words like ‘bacon’ and ‘good dog’.

I will boldly make the statement that I’ve got the coolest furry family ever.

Homecoming will be lovely.

My Little Doodle

11 Mar

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Our pets can mean so much. They’re unconditional, loving, selfless friends. They teach us how to love, and unfortunately, they teach us about loss as well.

I will deeply miss my friend, Kiki. Such a sweet little girl. She hadn’t a mean bone in her body. Tonight she met a tragic death that my heart hurts to think about. I hope she knew how much I loved her.

The world is less bright without her in it. In fact, it is much uglier now.

For some reason we persist.

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