Furbaby

Things are pretty quiet at Coburg Hill at the moment. That will all change next week when we get a new dog.

Emma has been researching dogs for a month or so, and a few weeks ago sent me a message saying “I think I did a bad thing” which was code for, ‘I inquired about a dog without consulting you’. She didn’t hear back from the inquiry and began to learn a bit about how it works with various rescue organisations, how well resourced they are to be able to respond to inquiries or not.

She also became focused on Chinese Crested dogs. Yes, the ones that look like a cross between Gizmo from Gremlins and an ugly Clydesdale horse but miniature.

Thankfully that fad passed and she put in an inquiry for a dog that doesn’t like men, growls at big dogs and unknown if it liked cats. Other than that it seemed like a good fit. (Uh, yyyeah.) She reflected on it and withdrew her application on a gut feel that it wasn’t quite right. Good call. And I know it was hard for her given how much she had put into the applications and actually getting to the point of being shortlisted, made it hard to withdraw and I respected her choice.

Two hours later she got notice of a mini fox terrier that was good with cats, other dogs and is very friendly and cuddly. What more could you ask for!? There was only one photo of her and she was in a town 3 hours away but it felt like a good match so we brought B up to meet her and it went really well. Because the dog was surrendered to the Council pound the rules are quite strict and they won’t release her before she has been desexed, which I totally respect.

When we drove up we talked about the pros and cons of things like, oh, I don’t know, getting another dog, and um, marriage. In both of these conversations I got more present to the positives, tho still didn’t really think we needed another dog until we got there. And I fell in love with her. Chances are there will be lots of photos in the coming weeks of her when we get her home. She will be post op so will give her some space to just chill as much as we can. But once she’s feeling up to it, it’s play time!

 

 

This is post 34 in 45 post for 45 years.

Day 3 Light and Fluffy

I usually write about business and leadership and have no shortage of ideas for what to write. After yesterday’s post, I wanted to write about something light and fluffy. I struggled to publish something that I really wanted to mull over more and spend more time refining but with my commitment to do daily posts, I pressed publish with quite a bit of trepidation.

And this post doesn’t seem to want to be written either, this is my second attempt after the first draft had an “error – couldn’t be published” or some such infuriating message.

Why is it so hard to think of something light and fluffy to write about? It reminds me of when I was at an interview with Apple. They do these big group interviews, I think there were 50 of us. The one I went to a couple years earlier was less than 20 around a big table. This one had us introducing ourselves and doing small group role plays to see how we interact.

For the introduction, they asked us to say something we’re passionate about as long as it wasn’t anything to do with Apple. I wracked my brain, not sure what I’d say, it had been years since I’d been in a job interview and I’d honestly never had this question, especially not in a large group. I said something about being passionate about companies that use business as a force for good.

She asked me a second question, probing for a bit more humanness, she wanted to know what I normally do when I’m not working, like on a Saturday morning. I mumbled, “Probably walking my dogs.” She asked about my dogs, what kind they are and how many, when I said three she asked if I was an animal lover. Yes, I answered, and thought to myself, what a boring answer, have I become boring in my old age? There was only one person older than me in the group.

What I have learned about myself, not from failing to get a second interview at my second interview with Apple in two years, but from a happiness survey, is that I’m happiest when I’m outside walking my dogs. 

For over 5 years I’ve been doing a set of happiness surveys with trackyourhappiness.org every 6 months. It consistently shows that my happiness rating tops out when I’m walking the dogs. I didn’t realise it played such an important role in my life. But when I think about it, this is what gets me out of the house twice a day, gives me fresh air, exercise, a good dose of nature that nurtures me.

There you go, how is that for light and fluffy?