I have had the hardest time writing this blog for this week. I have started and not finished several versions about my fish “Scout” that is on vacation at the local artist workshop. However, they did not seem right. I started a funny blog about the dog and his mom that live above me. His name is “Benjie”. Then my writing got dark and I decided to delete it. I gave up and started to do laundry…
I had been doing laundry about two hours ago in the laundry room and feeling quiet down about not being able to write the blog. As I was walking back, a mom and her daughter I know were walking their dog “Rocco”. They walked up to me and we started talking. As the conversation went on, Rocco decided that I needed to pet him. So, he started rubbing up against me, sitting on my feet, and bashing me with his tail. I took the hint and bent down to pet him.
I was covered in dog kisses and the slim that accompanies them. The mom yelled at Rocco to “calm down and get down!”. I sat down and said it was ok. Rocco sat in my lap and I hugged him. I had to burry my face in his fur as I started to cry. The mom and daughter thought that Rocco had hurt me. I said, “No, he’s helping me… I didn’t realize how stressed out I had been until I hugged him and released it all…”
The mom and daughter joined me and sat down. I released Rocco and he started happily bouncing from lap to lap overjoyed by the attention. Then the mom said something that hit home, “Rocco is a rescue. But there are many days that he rescues us.” I couldn’t speak. She was so right.
We sat for a couple more minutes before I got up. The daughter asked me if I was ok. I explained, “Yes. I’m better now. But, I’ve got to go. I’ve got two guinea pigs that I’ve got to snuggle.” I rushed back to my apartment. As I was opening the door, I heard Fred and Lamont in a bit of an argument. I paused to appreciate their voices.
As I walked in, both boys started wheeking for dinner, again. “Hey, dudes,” I cooed at their cage. “You want a treat?” I asked. ‘Of course!’ their urgent squeaking and dancing declared. They both were given large pieces of romaine lettuce.
After the boys ate their fill, I picked up both and cuddled with both of them for about a half an hour. Both were amazingly quiet and cooperative during the entire snuggle session. I think that they knew I needed them. The boys calmed me and help give me a sense of peace. Fred and Lamont are rescues. But, they have rescued me more times than I can count.