When I began cooking again regularly, I knew I've adapted to having Choya around. Honestly, my mind is still a little boggled. I never thought I would live with a dog again after all those four-legged darlings (belonged to both sets of grandparents) passed on when I was a teenager. I'm not used to having a little thing follow me around the small flat. It can absolutely annoying. Since when do Shiba Inu follow their owners everywhere?! When I mean I'm an introvert, it also covers the company and presence of a dog. That four-legged shadow is highly intrusive.
While Choya is perfectly fine sleeping most of the day and chilling out near me, and she doesn't seem to be too bothered when we're away from her in the day or in the nights (she doesn't get to come into the bedroom), I sometimes feel bad that I don't seem to occupy her mind sufficiently. Anyway, I've begun looking at doggy daycare options, just so that she could socialize a wee bit more, and importantly, I could have some hours of solitude and peace.
That morning, the man said he would love to have me cook him an egg scramble for breakfast. 😒 He had missed out on freshly cooked breakfasts for a few weeks while we're settling into a new routine. He said he'd take the dog for her walk while I prep the food. Okaaaaay. A hearty egg scramble (with bits of tomatoes, peppers, garlic and onions) with a fresh sausage of lamb and rosemary, all heaped upon two pieces of lightly toasted wholemeal linseed bread.
As the man sat down to his breakfast plate, I began prepping Choya's breakfast—a mix of kibbles and wet food. (Currently it's Instinct Raw Boost and BlackHawk.) She used to have mild food possessiveness. But it didn't take long to break her out of that. Now, she has learnt to sit while I place the food bowl down, and will wait for me to indicate that she may begin the meal. I don't take breakfast, so I'm quite happy to prep food for them.
Then I started chortling. What a picture of ‘domestic bliss’!!! A husband and a dog. Except I'm not sure that this is exactly 'bliss'. 😂 It's the calm after the chaos, or the calm before the storm, depending on which way you look at it. I still have to pick up poop daily. I would never have pictured this in a million years. I'm not unhappy. Neither am I overjoyed. I'm just quietly thankful that everything is at peace and trundling along smoothly. It wasn't exactly what I 'aspired' to have or what I had imagined life to be. I'd have taken a photo. Except I was laughing too hard.
While Choya is perfectly fine sleeping most of the day and chilling out near me, and she doesn't seem to be too bothered when we're away from her in the day or in the nights (she doesn't get to come into the bedroom), I sometimes feel bad that I don't seem to occupy her mind sufficiently. Anyway, I've begun looking at doggy daycare options, just so that she could socialize a wee bit more, and importantly, I could have some hours of solitude and peace.
That morning, the man said he would love to have me cook him an egg scramble for breakfast. 😒 He had missed out on freshly cooked breakfasts for a few weeks while we're settling into a new routine. He said he'd take the dog for her walk while I prep the food. Okaaaaay. A hearty egg scramble (with bits of tomatoes, peppers, garlic and onions) with a fresh sausage of lamb and rosemary, all heaped upon two pieces of lightly toasted wholemeal linseed bread.
As the man sat down to his breakfast plate, I began prepping Choya's breakfast—a mix of kibbles and wet food. (Currently it's Instinct Raw Boost and BlackHawk.) She used to have mild food possessiveness. But it didn't take long to break her out of that. Now, she has learnt to sit while I place the food bowl down, and will wait for me to indicate that she may begin the meal. I don't take breakfast, so I'm quite happy to prep food for them.
Then I started chortling. What a picture of ‘domestic bliss’!!! A husband and a dog. Except I'm not sure that this is exactly 'bliss'. 😂 It's the calm after the chaos, or the calm before the storm, depending on which way you look at it. I still have to pick up poop daily. I would never have pictured this in a million years. I'm not unhappy. Neither am I overjoyed. I'm just quietly thankful that everything is at peace and trundling along smoothly. It wasn't exactly what I 'aspired' to have or what I had imagined life to be. I'd have taken a photo. Except I was laughing too hard.
4 comments:
You will have many photo opportunities! :)
HAHAHAH! true that. tsk!
PIC PLEASE. Hahaha.
Jo: NO. Boo.
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