As the title indicates, it was six months ago today that I brought little Rosamae home. When she came to Canada, she was 67 pounds. She was strong as anything, a hard worker, and an all around awesome dog. Not a lot has changed, except our bond gets stronger every day. This time last year I was wining about how I weanted my dog sooooooo badly!! And then in March, when Carin got the call and told me I freaked out. I was so excited for her! I remember reading her entries in her blog and going "This will be me in two months!!!" And then there was class... that was quite the interesting time. For a good long time I was so worried that Rosamae just didn't like me. Even when I brought her home, for awhile she loved everyone, except me, so I thought. People told me that they could tell she loved me the most, but I certainly couldn't.
It was a weird six months for me, not only was I adjusting to having a new guide dog instead of a cane, but I ended a relationship I dropped out of school mid October and moved back home. Honestly, I'm not sure where I was more stressed, here at home, or in Ottawa. At least here I don't have to pay rent or any bills or anything like that. I don't have to worry about what I cook for dinner, or will I have enough money to do what I want. I'm pretty well off, and I'm finally saving money, which is really nice. It's just stressfull, mainly because I don't feel like I belong here. It took six weeks for me to get O and M arranged, so my new found independence and freedom diminished drastically. I came home with a guide dog, but unless I asked people to come wlaking with us, I was pretty stuck. Sure I could go to the park or the high school down the road, but that isn't much. I think about the routes I did with Carin and Trixie where we'd walk for an hour or more and I'd wish I could work Rosamae that much But Rosamae still showed me undying affection
I joined a choir when I came home, andf that choir is fabulous. All the women love Rosamae, but I don't bring her often, mainly because it's a lot of standing up and sitting down, and that seems to confuse her. But everyone loves her.
. We played together all the time, cuddled every night before bed. And we still do. She's the greatest thing that's ever happened to me. Even through some attempts to have her and me sepperated, we're hanging on. We've made it through six months. Dad and I walk pretty much every day now, I have O and M. Her weight is pretty good. Her coat is perfect, and she has not vomited once since I've had her.
Awhile back we bought her a bright pink winter coat and a set of black bootiese for the winter. She only blew a bootie once, and we retrieved it, thank God. She looks awesome I'm told. And yesterday Mom put a funny little Christmas bandana around her neck so she's all festive-like. I'm so glad I finally found her! She's that one in a million friends! Anyone who can tell me what song that's from, by the way, gets extra points from me.
So I'm going to feed her now, because she's sniffing me. I hope that anyone reading this has a super Christmas and a great new years. I'm going to Brockville to be with family this year. Should get interesting. And things are really starting to look up now. I'm really glad. It's Christmas. How can you not be happy?
