I am going to West Springfield in a couple of weeks to take photos of the first big dog show of the spring and to see all my Yankee Cardigan Club friends. I don’t have anybody entered; it’s just a fun trip. Sarah helped me set up an informal meeting with Tibetan Spaniel breeders, so I can talk with them about whether the breed would be a good one for Honour.
This morning Honour said to me, “I’ve been thinking, and I want to go to the dog show with you to talk with the Tibetan Spaniel people.” My jaw about hit the floor – you have to understand, this is a little like someone who gets dizzy on the second stair announcing that they’re going to go skydiving. I know that we may get there and she’ll need to stay in the car, but even being willing to go is pretty giant. We’ve been talking and talking about learning from Ginny to go a little further and push just a little harder every day, and that healing doesn’t mean <all of a sudden> but just <a tiny step at a time>. I am so proud of her for stretching this much.
Right now she is singing to her chickens in the other room. The tiny rooster is singing back. Clue is sprawled in the exact center of the warmest spot in the sunny yard. Zuzu hasn’t taken her clothes off in at least 45 minutes. Life is pretty good.