I'm camera shy!
We fought over what to name her. My father wanted to name her Dolly, as in the film "Hello, Dolly!". We quickly put a stop to that name coming to being. No, if we wanted to name our very first dog, it had to be a cool name. Way cooler than Dolly, the only Dolly I knew then was Dolly Parton.
C quickly decided on the name Sweet D, for Sweet Dog. At that time, we were in the Backstreet Boys craze, remember Howie D? I think he had Sweet D as one of his nicknames. Later on, my father spelt the name Swea'D. Much cooler.
Life doesn't get any better than eating!
Swea'D came to stay.
She was one cute puppy. A nosy parker, but a puppy could be forgiven for this seemingly harmless idiosyncrasy.
She was 6 weeks old when she came to stay.
She's 11 years old now, and she knows she owns the house.
OK, she co-owns it with my father, the only person she's afraid of.
She's slightly slow on the stairs these days, but at the mention of food, "Mam Mam!", her eyes light up and she even has a spring to her steps.
The only thing that gets her excited.
That, and the mention of my father's name, "Papa!". She knows then that something is going to happen (either a bath, or clipping her nails).
Same old Swea'D.
If only life revolves around food and eating, sleeping, and going for the 1's and 2's.
It's 2009, and I know everyone goes about making a list of resolutions for the new year.
I have one, too.
But it gets complicated.
I'm not getting younger, and it seems that there are so many things that I have not achieved in life.
So much so that I feel swamped, overwhelmed, snowed in.
"You know what I'm craving?
A little perspective.
That's it.
I'd like some fresh, clear, well-seasoned perspective."
Some perspective to clear up my addled thoughts.
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