I think someone asked on the vlog post (the vlog that I am stilllll working on Simon to finish ... ) if we were planning on getting any pets. Either someone asked or I dreamt that someone asked but I'll give the person or the phantom in my dream a long answer right here, right now (running the risk of being judged harshly for being an animal not-liker).
If you've been kind and generous enough with your spare time and have been reading the blog for more than a year you'll know that we did have a dog.
When Simon started his residency ... the long lonely days with a non-verbal nine-month-old and the up-all-night nights were a bit of a shock to my scaredy pants system and I assumed a large guard dog would solve all of my woes and worries. Simon talked me down to a mediumish sized animal so I scoured Craigslist and emailed lots of people and got lots of no replies back but Lucy's owner was VERY eager to have me meet her so before I knew it ... Julia and I were at the park down the street meeting Lucy and her soon to be former owner. Lucy was a super sweet Cockapoo and definitely fell in the small dog category and oh .. something the owner had failed to mention in the ad and in our frenzy of emails .... she only had one eye .... (you should read if only to see Simon's charitable name suggestions for Lucy)
She finally addressed the cyclops situation and said Lucy had lost it to a cat in a fight ... which, of course, really did a lot to bolster my already high hopes of having a guard dog in the house when Simon was working overnight ...
We brought her home and Julia loved her and we loved her and all was well. She refused to be outside for more than a few minutes at a time which was sort of frustrating but fine and she slept under our bed like a scaredy cat but was quick to bark at a stray piece of lint and I was confident she would most certainly sniff out any predatory activity that might occur in Simon's absence ....
I know. I'm terrible. I know!
We got lots of calls but you know who the first interested person to show up was? A person from a rescue. A rescue that saved poor animals from being sold into pet slavery on Craigslist.
He questioned the food we were giving Lucy (um ... Iams? which is apparently poison ... ) and by the time he left from the big rescue with Lucy in tow ... we were feeling like the worst former pet owners on the planet. He was fairly certain that one of his fellow rescuers would want to keep Lucy for herself so ... after we gave him some money for his trouble (what? his guilt trip was very effective) ... we were confident Lucy went to live in a better Julia-less bark-friendly place. We sort of miss her.
So ... that's that. Judge away.
Now that I've got big bad Bash on the premises and Julia talks more than an army of professional talkers ... I think we'll stick to animal-less living for now. Judge some more.
And now for the better stuff .... Bonnie is running a brilliant series over at her awesome blog on Advent traditions and super generously let me take part. So ... I'm over there today talking about Santa Lucia saffron buns and how to make them without saffron. It's all very complicated and excitig and you don't want to miss it.
and ... Happy feast of Saint Lucy!!