What an amazing ride the month of April was. At the beginning of it, I was a one dog girl. Pickle and I had, what I thought at the time was, the perfect life. We had a routine (wake, work, park, nap, walk, play and food thrown in throughout) and a language (mostly English) and a contentment (sometimes bordering on boredom, but it was almost always easy). We had had strays in and out of the house before, but we both knew the stray would be out eventually. I wasn't even sure if Pickle really wanted to share his house, or me, with anyone else.
Then along came Pepper, who is, at the moment, passed out inches away from Pickle in front of the window a/c unit. When Pepper first moved from her room in the backyard (where she was recuperating in the lap of luxury) into the house, I wasn't sure that it would work. I wasn't sure if they would ever bond - if the pack would ever fall into a system. I wasn't sure about much except that I was quickly falling in love with her and it seemed to grow proportionally to my worry about Pickle's happiness.
But today, I am positive. This is going to work. It's only been a month and....
Yesterday I even took them both to the park for a little hike. Pepper didn't want to go back this morning though, so I'm not sure if we'll do that again. But maybe the park is where Pickle and I will reminisce about the old days before heading home to enjoy the much brighter new way of life.
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