Oh reaction puppy! Where art thee?
I think I need to explain…
I had a puppy for 3 days. His name was Charles Norris.
He was a 1 lb 9 oz teacup Chihuahua. He was amazing. He also activated my allergies to the threat level–REALLY DAMN BAD.
With allergies, you’d think I would have thought him through. (Please PETA and animal lovers– don’t hate me…) And, I did. But, I also really wanted him. I deeply believed he would be a mentally healthy choice for me.
So, I figured that medication*–LOTS– of medication would get me over the hump. And, (I self-justified) he was small. Then, I could start acupuncture?…
There was definitely some good Ivy league thinking up in my head ;).
I was so very wrong.
(*Especially, about the medication bit. PLEASE! Do not mix allergy medications. It is all kinds of messy. Dry mouth. Panic attack. Literal crazy. Messy…)
Speaking honestly, sweet Charles Norris was a reaction. He was my reaction to a hard break-up and living alone. Again.
He was a reaction to a new relationship and not being able to voice my needs. Again.
It is only fitting that he gave me all types of reactions.
Charles Norris was a good experience.
Sometimes, this sitting with life is hard.
But not always.
Thank you Charles Norris.