We all know how difficult two year-olds can be, and not just humans, so this is what we’re doing. We can’t go downtown this week because of the RNC Convention. Folks can’t drive to work or use the freeway near downtown. Even sailors on Lake Michigan are shooed away by the Coast Guard.
I’ve read that there are 100 police departments “helping out” during the convention. Four cops from Ohio have now shot and killed a Black resident a mile away from the convention site. They were sent home pending an investigation.
For safety’s sake, we’re staying away until the convention is over. It’s also been very hot and muggy, with thunderstorms every night so the dogs are restless. Lulu (full name Lucia) and I are voluntary neighborhood resources for puppy socialization and baby introductions. Lu loves the attention and gets along with everyone and she’s ideal for these activities since I can’t take her into most local hospitals/nursing homes because she eats frozen raw meat.
Last night we ended up with three Lu’s running around getting out the “zoomies” before bedtime. Our Lulu (miniature Aussie), an 11 month-old Great Dane and a thirteen week-old Boxer mix. Far from being terrible, they had a blast and were very well behaved. The young ones were working things out despite a great difference in size, and my five year-old watched over them with a new addition, a rescued Greyhound, the senior member of the club. The Terrible Lu’s are not ready to take over the neighborhood quite yet, but are on their way.
We were downstairs in a community space and everyone who entered our building took a look at the joyous play and grinned. Picture someone who had a tough day at work, or was stuck in convention traffic, taking their mind off their troubles to look at joy in motion. I love that our Lu can cheer a lonely senior, anyone, really. She can be demanding at times but also a fine companion. No, I’m not going to advise you to get a dog. That’s a personal decision and a real commitment. For me, it’s worth it.
Hug your pet today. If you don’t have one, hug your child. Haha. Dee
Cooking with Dee 