Hi, everybody! It’s me, Luther.
I asked Mom if I could blog again because I’ve been here about nine months now and I’ve learned a lot of new things. (Mom is still in charge of spelling!)
First, I wanted you to know that I’m not nearly as scared as I used to be!
It’s kind of surprising, but pretty much everybody likes me. They pet me and rub my ears, which feels good. If they’re really nice, I let them rub my belly.
I’ve gotten to be an expert at treats and am usually the first one to sit.
I’m also really good at our new food, which I love. (Though it makes a lot of noise!)
Being brushed is awesome but I’m still not real excited about the things called scissors.
I learned that it’s ok to sleep when people walk around, especially if they’re my people.
I also learned that things change and that’s ok, too.
We’ve been playing the game Mom calls Furniture Yahtzee again. I’m not really sure what the point is but Mom carries things from one place to another and then Dad pushes furniture around. Sometimes our friend, Harry, comes to help. He gives good belly rubs!
The house feels different when we play that game, but I always know how to find my bed.
In fact, I know how to find most things now.
Mom says I don’t see too well. I heard her tell one of our friends that it’s probably because I was raised in the dark when I was a tiny puppy and some things in my eyes didn’t grow right.
I hear really well, though, and I can smell supper as soon as it comes out of the refrigerator. (We’re working on a thing called waiting!)
Lately, it’s dark more often than it used to be. Mom seems to wish for more light but somehow it all works out.
I think there are a lot of things going on around here right now.
New smells and those things Mom calls boxes on the carport, waiting for the recycling people. (I’m not sure the recycling people want to meet me!)
And lots of nights Mom gets up and helps me watch the house. She does the things called reading and writing and drinks a lot of the stuff she calls tea.
My sisters usually sleep.
Mom says progress is messy. I don’t know what that means.
We’ve also been busy making lots of bone broth. It makes the house smell really good!
Some of our friends come and sit in the rocking chair and tell us stories. Sometimes they cry.
I know about how that feels.
Sarah and Phoebe and I are in charge of something Mom calls non-anxious presence. I’m not sure what that means but apparently I’m getting better at it because now I can go cuddle, too, when somebody cries.
I’ve gotten really good at car riding. Today, we all got to go in the taxi to Camp for a quick visit because Mom had to go to a meeting. I think we had more fun than she did!
I’m still working on towels. (I think there are still a few other things on Mom and Dad’s list of things to work on, like the time we tore up the kitchen when nobody was home.)
Mom says a lot of the things we’re all learning are about something called expectations. That’s a pretty big word. I think it means that we’re just supposed to see how things turn out instead of thinking we know ahead of time how they’re supposed to be.
I used to expect that people touching me would be very scary and might hurt a lot.
Now, Mom and Dad remind me that there’s a lot of better in the world, even though there are not-better things, too.
Sometimes water leaks from Mom’s face when she says things like that, which happened this week. Something about a place called Texas.
I know my job.
I’m in charge of licking up the water.
For now, though, it’s time to get ready for supper.
Thanks for being here!
Love, Luther
P.S. – I’m supposed to say to our new friend Kim that, if Gumby and Pokey come to visit, I probably won’t eat them!
I’m glad I don’t have to figure all of that out. I’m still trying to learn to sit!
