This is Buddy.
Buddy is around 10 years old and his snout is turning white. He has rough skin patches on his elbows from living much of his life confined in a crate. He has arthritis and skin irritations. He was receiving treatment for these issues in rescue and we’ve already had a visit with my vet to ensure he continues to receive appropriate treatment.
Graybie, Yella and Little Girl are not the least bit fazed by him. Hissy Fit Jones and my mom’s cats are still careful around him but are coming around. Princess Little Bit, the outdoor cat, has already made him her friend and accompanies us on all of our walks.
To those of you who said forget dating and get a dog, you were on to something there. Buddy hasn’t been here a week but I’m already savoring the feeling of having someone around who thinks I’m wonderful. I’ve yet to go out with any man I thought was truly interested in me, but Buddy from day one has let me know I’m the best thing out there and even if my mom does give him bites from her meal, he’s always coming back to me.
Which is ideal, because nothing else is going well.
My mother is playing Poor Pitiful Me because I dared ask for some space in my own home. It has brought back how she played that against me when I was a child, and how she got others to play with her. There has never been unconditional love in my family; love was dependent on how I pleased them. Go to church. Clean the house. Lose weight and be pretty. Don’t do anything to embarrass us, which ran the gamut from who I dated, who I was friends with, where I went and what I said. As I child my survival depended on appeasing them, but now it depends on me. If she can’t accept me as I am and respect me in my own home then who needs her?
Point Pickup, the company that I contract with to deliver for Walmart, decided to ban me from their platform yesterday after I complained about not being paid for standing around for almost a half hour waiting for a nonexistent delivery order. They then inexplicably reinstated me. I’ve had a love-hate relationship with this contractor job since I started it, but in the end I kept it because what I gained from it outweighed what I put up with. But that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Walmart may talk a good game about caring about their workers, but if they contract with companies that treat people like this, then they get to wear that taint too. I was hired last spring to be a Census worker and next week we start training. In the Universe, timeliness is everything, so I’m taking the hint and moving on.
I took the dating profile down. Right now I have a relationship with my dog to build and a home to get settled. I will try again. Maybe a month. Maybe two. I don’t know. I just know now’s not a good time. In my new profile there will be a photo of Buddy and it will state there is a requirement that a potential match pass the Buddy test. If he can’t show interest in me like Buddy can, he has to go.
So that’s all for now. Buddy is asleep on the sofa waiting for my workday to end so we can head out and see if Princess has left any food for him to steal. Take care, please. You mean a lot to me and I don’t want anything to happen to you. And coming from me that means a lot.