Birthdays and adoption days, man. Each one makes me want a time machine that much more.
Today my little lady turns ten years old. (Ten!) It was nine years ago today that we introduced her to Ralphie and Peedee in the Animal Haven parking lot and then promptly brought her home. (She’s lucky Sir Wagsalot wasn’t yet cleared for adoption, or else this post might be all basset hound.)
Rennie’s been having a bit of a tough time of it lately. Still reeling from the loss of Kaylee, and now she’s depressed over our current housing situation. Our dogs don’t get on well with the foster, so we’ve been keeping them separate. For six weeks now. Which means that Rennie doesn’t get to see me as much as she’d like. As much as she’s accustomed to. She started peeing in the house, which she hasn’t done since she was one. I’m trying to spend more time with her over the foster, but it’s tough.
So today is all about Rennie: a walk in the park (no snow! yay!), plenty of ball tossing and hedgehog nom-ing, maybe even an afternoon spent napping in the sun, if the rain holds off.
Also: Ten Little Rennie Things, one for each year. It was difficult to choose just one to add to last year’s list. Spoiler alert: it’s porcine themed!
Love you, Rennie. You’ll always be a little girl to me.
Ten Little Rennie Things
She is the baby piglet to Kaylee’s mama sow.
Sadly, Ralphie is the only dog short enough for her to mount, and he is entirely too old and too blind for this shit.
Fun story: Rennie overwhelmingly prefers found balls to store-bought ones, probably since they come with strange and exotic smells built right in. I often find tennis balls at the park, since it’s home to a (very cracked) tennis court. One time I found a whole pile of them, just sitting in the grass. I stuffed my jacket pockets with ’em and, when I got home, pulled them out of my pocket one at a time – slowly and with great dramatic effect – and threw them to her. Her eyes got real wide and at one point I thought her head might actually explode. She pounced on them – one, two, three, four-five-six! – running from one to another and back again. It was like her birthday and x-mas all rolled up into one.
Seriously, I can’t even tell you how happy that made me. Sappy but true.
Our local park boasts a few water spigots, helpfully placed at strategic points around the property. (Mostly near the baseball diamonds and pavilions.) While all are ringed with gravel (boo!), there’s one special fountain in the back whose base has been carved into a bowl – either intentionally, by some enterprising dog person, or from years of erosion, who knows? Either way, it makes a nice little pool to capture the water so the dogs can take a sip.
On especially hot days, Rennie makes a beeline for this particular field. After I’ve filled the crevice with water – her dancing impatiently around the stream the whole time – she likes to stretch out over the hole to cool off. Her pokey piggy belly fits perfectly into the curve of the ground. Words cannot express how much I love it. Some days I walk her just a little extra hard so she’ll want to go for a dip. The muddy fur? So worth it.
I’ve yet to get decent video of this event, so as an added bonus, I’ve thrown in a picture of her emerging from her mud hole and shaking off. Definitely one of my top ten favorite Rennie action shots.