Last summer, after a swim lesson, Hudson was eager to stay in the pool and show me what he’d accomplished that day. I hadn’t bargained for extra swim time; I’d worn gigantic jeans and hoop earrings because we were just supposed to go to lessons and come home. But he asked with enthusiasm, and he’d done so well at lessons that day, so I hovered close by and decided to let him swim a little on his own.
Year: 2024
Heft
Posted onFor the last two months, I’ve been carrying my dog up and down the stairs. We have tall stairs, and a lot of them. Maeby has arthritis and an aggressive slipped disc. So about thirty times a day, when I want to go down to the kitchen for a cup of tea, or when I need to follow Juno up the stairs, or when Hudson forgets his shoes, I heft my 30 pound dog up and down, up and down, so her separation anxiety doesn’t compel her to bound up the stairs on her own and slip that disc even more.