Today, my light, my love, my furbaby, Edgar, turns three!!!
You know that scene in Legally Blonde where Elle is going through orientation at Harvard Law and introduces herself and Bruiser and says, “I’m Elle Woods. And this is Bruiser Woods. We’re both Gemini vegetarians!” I identify with that scene so much. (I actually identify with a lot of that movie and think it’s one of the best of our generation, but that’s another post for another time!)
I often talk about Edgar (duh), and I often repeat the phrase “We’re both brown-eyed Aries!” at some point during my monologue about my mutt. It is so fitting of who and how we are as a pair.
I know, I know, the shelter I got him from almost certainly didn’t know his exact birthdate. It’s highly possible/probable they just picked a date at random – but I’m sticking with March 23 as the day this world was graced with his presence. He’s too much of an Aries not to be. And I’m too far into my psychosis to be told otherwise.
Do you ever get these gut feelings? That just guide you towards what to do?
I had one of those gut feelings yesterday. Something was telling me I had to go to the humane society.
I’ve been wanting a dog for a long time. Leonard, that precious pup you’ve seen before, is not mine. He is The Boyfriend’s. I take care of him and watch him when The Boyfriend is working late, but when it comes down to it, Leonard is his, not mine, even though I love him dearly. When I bought this house I got it with the idea of a dog in mind – it’s got a huge fenced in backyard, the street isn’t busy with traffic, and there’s plenty of room to stretch out inside.
There have been numerous attempts at getting a pup – friends of friends who have puppies that need a good home (only to be taken when I’m en route to them), offers to take dogs I have no connection to, fruitless trips to the humane society and adoption centers. But it’s been six months and nothing worked out.
So, yesterday, when I got this stirring, I knew I had to listen to it.