Sweaty Betty harem skirt | not available, Eileen Fisher harem pants are a nice alternative
H&M Conscious Collection t-shirt
Charlotte Stone Alice sandals
Jerome Dreyfuss Florent Backpack | review here
This post is going to be full of randomness, I hope you don’t mind 😉
First, the outfit: I just threw this on because it’s easy, and I’m all about slouchy lately. And I don’t wear this harem skirt enough. But now that we have Dagny, I have to consider carefully what I wear around the house. Not because it will get ruined (she hasn’t ripped up any leggings yet), but because I need pockets and closed-toe shoes for treats and traipsing around the grass. This outfit has neither. But I did wear it to run errands and was so comfortable it was crazy. Maybe the oversized/shapeless silhouette isn’t THE MOST FLATTERING EVER on me, but I think it’s sort of chic, in an I’m-over-40-and-will-wear-what-I-want way.
Second, MY HAIR!!!! I really want to get it cut back shorter again, to just above my shoulders, but lately, all I want to do is pull it back. Because it’s HOT. I don’t like hair on my neck when it’s hot. So I pretty much decided I would wait until September for a cut, but I’m really frustrated with it; I like the look better when it’s down, but I just can’t. Whine, whine, whine…
Finally, some Dagny updates. She doing REALLY well. I forgot to mention that on Friday just an hour or so after we brought her home, I took her outside and she pulled out of her collar! She TOOK OFF (she’s fast) chasing rabbits and scared me to death. She doesn’t know me, or my husband, from whoever. Why would we come to us? Especially when there’s bunnies to chase? We live in a townhome community in between two busy streets; I was deathly afraid she would run out in one and get hit. And then I thought I’d have to call the shelter and tell her we lost her, could they come get her. But she managed to back herself into a corner and was so worn out Leo grabbed her and finally carried her back home. Leo promptly went out and got her a harness type lead to take her out on so she cannot do that again…
I was convinced we’d made a mistake, how could I deal with this? Would she ever be happy with us? Come to us? Walk on a leash? Seriously. I was beside myself worrying. Then I thought about the house training. How long would it take? Would she have to stay in a crate forever? On and on and on and on. This is how my mind works; always worrying, over-thinking, etc., which of course is all for naught, because either you will MAKE the things you worry about happen because you’re so focused on them, or you will relax, take a breath, and let things take their course. But I’m impatient, didn’t you know?
Fast forward, and yesterday was her first accident-free day! We’re crate training, so she doesn’t spend a lot of time outside of her crate unless she’s just gone outside and done her “business,” but she’s been very stubborn, and just NOT GONE to the bathroom outside if she doesn’t want to. We’re also trying to get her on a schedule, which isn’t easy. But she’s getting the hang of it. As I did with Ozzie, we attached bells to both the outside doors and ring them, saying “outside” every time we go out, teaching her that if she wants to go outside, she needs to ring the bell and we’ll go.
Yesterday, she rang the bell three times, twice she really had to go, and once she just wanted to chase bunnies. This morning she rang it once, even after she’d been outside and went to the bathroom, but I took her out anyway. She didn’t do anything, but I want her to understand that she can ask to go out and we’ll take her, no matter what. She’ll “grow” out of testing us, I think, but this is great progress in just a few days.
She’s so sweet and happy, I’m just glad she’s here with us and not in the shelter anymore. She does so well in her crate, and actually uses it as her “down” time to sleep and relax. So far, no issues with chewing things that aren’t hers, but she is rather rambunctious and likes to run circles and up and down the stairs until she wears herself out. Last night she did that and slid on the tile right into the refrigerator, cutting her knuckle. No big deal, but as soon as she will come when she’s called and gets more used to us, we’ll need to start taking her to a dog park or something so she can run around outside instead of around major appliances!
All is well now, and again, my heart melts at her face, and I’m so happy we brought her home. My mission in life, is to save all the puppies. Right now, we’ll have to do it one at a time, but ultimately, I’d like to be able to foster dogs, and donate to no-kill animal shelters. Also, a few times a week I’m going to the local shelter just to take dogs out and play with them. I have to get past the idea that if I can’t do EVERYTHING, it’s not even worth it to do anything. That’s not true, any little bit helps, and when I can do more, I will, but right now, I must do all that I can. I mean…look at that face!!!