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23 May 2003
Nancy here. Scott comes home today from 2.5 weeks in California. Being a single mom has been hard, but it hasn't been unbearable. Today is also the official beginning (I think) of Freedom Weekend Aloft here in Anderson...I'm expecting the hot air balloons and the crowds at any time.
We have a foster who has been here since the middle of April. His name is Tyson, and he's the sweetest thing...a beautiful black boy with dainty white toes, a bit of grey under his chin, and a white blaze on his chest with black ticking. The spooky thing about Tyson, though, is that Scott didn't have to be persuaded to foster him. Just asked and Scott said okay. Then Ty starts acting like Bo, which is even weirder. The rational side of me says that I'm just looking for him to act like Bo because I miss Bo so desperately at times...but some of these things are just hard to chalk up to coincidence. For example, he sits in his crate waiting for his food in the exact position (left front paw over right) that Bo used to strike when he was a foster and crated. Ty runs up behind me when he is urging me to do something (let him out, feed him, etc.) faster and nudges me with his nose. Bo was the ONLY dog in the house that did that. He stands right under me as I'm fixing their food (until I order him to his crate) and he even gallops around the yard like Bo used to do...a sort of stiff legged gait that could turn into the famous double suspension greyhound gallop at any moment. Ty is also BIG...but unassuming, which is different than Bo who filled a room with his personality when he entered. Perhaps that's why he left such a hole in our house...
Scott will never agree to adopt Ty, though. I've been talking to my sister, Susan, and her husband Dave about adopting him because I think he'd make a fantastic first greyhound. They will be moving into a real house (from an apartment) soon, and I think they'd be great grey-parents. We'll see.
In the meantime, Ty Ty sleeps away on the floor...and I miss Bo. I keep thinking that it was a mistake...that I'm going to open the back door and there he'll be...I wonder if this will ever go away?
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