OH WOW!!
I never imagined letting go of Jessie would be so hard. It's been very difficult for everyone in the family. Funny how it's the small things that are so bothersome. Paw prints in the snow. Spilled popcorn that would have normally been gobbled up. The shoes kept by the door only used to take Jessie out.
Those are the things that "get us". And I know that it will get easier with time. However, that time has not come yet and I don't feel much like writing.
So, I'll leave you with a little story of Jessie that took place a few months ago ... and made us smile.
Originally posted October 11, 2007
Jessie has never really been talked about on this blog. I don't know why, she just hasn't. She was the first. Jessie was here before any of the others. I could explain the whole story of Jessie, but who really wants all the boring details. So, I'll make it quick.
- Boy Meets Girl
- Girl Sees Puppy
- Boy Wants To Impress Girl
- Boy Buys Puppy
Let me introduce you to Jessie:
She is a Siberian Husky. With the prettiest blue eyes. More hair
falls off this dog than one would ever think possible. (This quick
fact causes us to vacuum daily and purchase a new vacuum every other
year.) She is dumber than a box of rocks. Okay, so she's not dumb,
Jessie is strange, or should I say has some "not so normal"
tendencies.
How do I put this?
We have the cleanest sliding glass door track in the neighborhood. Probably the state of Iowa. Maybe even the world.
That's right, she licks the sliding glass door track. She licks and licks and licks and licks. I yell at her to stop and she'll listen. For about a minute and then she's right back at it. This little habit grosses me out a bit ... but then I think of having to clean the track by hand and then I let her be. I just leave the room so I don't see it ...
Anyway, Jessie must think the track to our always fingerprinted and smudged sliding glass door was clean enough because she recently moved over 2 inches to the heat register. Now I have the cleanest one of those.
-- Sidenote: For those of you who don't think I'm very smart ... get this ... I actually started rotating the register vents so that she cleans them all. GROSS, isn't it? Oh hush, her mouth is cleaner than mine. And I don't want to have to lick them clean. Besides, I couldn't stop her if I tried. --
So ... today, I'm in the kitchen preparing dinner and I keep hearing this thud. Over and over. I call out to the girls, assuming they are doing something to add to their daily destruction of our house. They don't answer so I go looking for them. As I rounded the corner, I see Jessie dragging the register vent from her mouth.
THE DAMN DOG GOT HER TONGUE STUCK IN THE REGISTER VENT.
NO, I'M NOT KIDDING!
I don't think I've ever laughed so hard in my life. Now, of course, as any dedicated blogger would ... my first thought was to grab the camera. But, I really didn't want to post a photo of this pathetic scene. PETA would be knocking on my door within hours and you know it.
So, I'll leave you with everything involved and you can use your imagination to draw your own picture.
