I HAD to take Izzy for a walk. Due to the winds we have not been out in two days. She has been doing full speed laps in the house and I am afraid she will smack into some furniture and knock herself out! She is absolutely wild! Yesterday, she was so bad, she spent more of the day in her crate for "time out" than she did being loose in the house...
She ate the heel of one of my NEW tennis shoes. I wonder if I could take the mate to the dressy black heels she chewed a couple months ago, and the mate to the heel-less tennis shoe, to start a new fashion statement...
I had been totally preoccupied in our master closet, on the step stool, pulling down items to get rid of.. A moment ago she had been playing with her Kong toy, which now lay beside the step stool... I needed a break anyway, and she sure needed to burn off some energy...
When I walked into the family room, there she lay, with the heel of my tennis shoe hanging from her mouth. The look on her face was total shock She KNEW she was in trouble...so WHY does she still do it??!!!! SHE HAS THIS THING with shoes and paper!!!
I can hear Ceasar Millan asking how often and how long do I walk her...instead, I put her in her crate for a tme out while I calmed myself down...
I wrapped a scarf around my neck,.tightly, (no, not for the reason you think...things aren't THAT bad...) to pull it up to cover my mouth and nose, when we went outside. I put on my vest and hooded jacket. As I opened the door, the wind raced up the walk way to our front door and raced away, sucking the door handle out of my hand and slamming the door shut. Izzy stood there in her red parka, looking up at me, hoping I had not changed my mind...
Opening it again, holding my back to it to get us outside, I struggled getting my house keys out of my pocket, as I was as bundled up like a child sent out to play in the snow. No one in their right mind was out...only us. Normally, I stay out of the wind, due to getting sinus infections from it...but I was desperate and running out of shoes...
As we braved the storm, my thoughts wandered, as they often do on our walks...and I began thinking about a simple life. Not too simple mind you, because I doubt I could survive without my computer...but one where there was less hustle bustle, and less preoccupation wth stuff... I would love to be able to fit into a small home with just some comfortable furniture and a few personal things...
My husband's favorite movie is IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE. My favorite part is when Jimmy Stewart is lending money to people who need it., with only their word and a shake of his hand. Boy, those days are sure long gone, aren't they?
My goal is to really scale down our posessions and once we move, I don't want to allow myself to collect and gather, like I have... The simple life is so much better...
My throat is scratchy and raw from coughing all day from being out in the winds. This wind fires up my allergies. I won't be surprised if I lose my voice...I have been looking forward to lunching with one of my friends tomorrow...guess I will take the opportunity to simply be a good listener...
