The Dog (less) days of summer

Back to work or what passed as work then the following Monday.  Didn't have to let the Big Guy out during the night or that morning  was a staunch reminder he was gone.  My team (what was left of it) were wonderful.  A card and a flower were awaiting me upon arrival to the office.  My counterpart in marketing and I went for coffee.  I recalled to her a conversation we had when we last traveled together in March.  My quote:  "I could lose my dog, my job and my mom all in one year"  (My mom is still living as of this blog--she's 91).  Well my dog was gone and my job had been diminished from that of a well respected business development professional to a mundane overpaid customer service rep.  It was just a matter of time now that I would not be needed.

On Thursday of that week they called to tell my the Big Guy's ashes and paw print were ready to be picked up at my vet.  I took the day off and went over mid morning to miss the morning rush.  When I walked into the office who would have thunk that a black standard poodle was standing at the front desk as her owner paid the bill.  Oh yeah,  I lost it.

Spring turned to summer and I still was asked to make the occasional business trip.   Even though my work had diminished I was still considered the resident expert in my product line and would be representing the company at our very largest show in the month of July.  No I didn't need a dog but funny how I kept viewing that website where that puppy was now getting older.  I also noted that more puppies were due and would be available the first week of Sept.  Whew,  okay, well maybe now I can talk to her,  after all I can get a puppy in September.

The email read something like this:

Hi,

My name is Cyndi Schmidt and I recently lost my standard poodle after 12 years.  A couple of years back I met a Tibetan Terrier in Florida and they quickly moved to the top of the list.

When can we talk?


The response:

Hi,

I would love to talk but we are moving this weekend.  Here is my puppy application, can you fill it out and get back to me.  When we get settled in why don't you come see the puppies I have,  they are 6 weeks old an pretty cute at this age.

Linda.


Me:

Excellent I would love that.  Talk to you next week.

Cyndi

Remember what I said earlier,  you don't go look at puppies, you go BUY puppies.