How does that song by Carly Simon go? Anticipation . . . . As we wait for our puppy, we feel something greater than lil' ole anticipation. Necessary equipment has been gathered, along with frivilous, too-cute items.
Two years later, I was ready to be a dog mom. I stepped into HomeGoods, and the pet area seemed way too small. Had it shrunk? No, probably not. I took my time, looking at treat jars and hundreds of beds. The price was right on a freestanding gate, a must-have item, and I popped it in the cart.
I brought out Zap's old stroller and Mister's sweaters. Life goes on, they seemed to say. I haven't located a crate, leash, or bed. There's still time. I'm researching. I've been very lucky to meet a supportive group of Scottie owners who are happy to share information about the baby years--the things that are truly needed, along with the things that are just plain fun.
It's hard to describe the sublime joy of hunting and gathering.
But it tells me how far I have come.
It reminds me that every ending will lead you to a beginning.