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My Dog, Cont'd.

 I'm thinking of my dog in this new year. I can't see him; my husband and I are in quarantine. (We're fine.)


Wise teachers say not to start the new year with a diet; a diet is punitive, and it almost surely means that you'll end up gaining five pounds. Instead, we're all told: Practice self-care. Meditate. Take walks. Perform loving acts for the people around you.

It strikes me that "self-care" is Salvy's M.O. It's what he pursues--always. Clearly, this fellow doesn't have a neurotic relationship to food. He walks, and thinks. He snuggles with his toddler.

Marc and I can at least chat with Salvy via Facebook. "Happy New Year!" wrote Marc. And, oddly enough, Salvy replied. "Happy New Year!"

Short, sweet, to the point.

I noticed that Salvy chose not to mention my COVID diagnosis, but I'm electing not to see this as rudeness. I think Salvy is saying: "You're fine. You have Netflix. Let's not be melodramatic."

I'm looking forward to reuniting with this guy.
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  1. KathyJanuary 5, 2022 at 9:02 AM

    I'm so sorry that you're quarantined and that Salvy isn't able to be with you - I've begun (thinking of pets) to start each morning with about 15 minutes of a show called "Too Cute" on animal planet, which follows kittens and/or puppies through the first few months of their lives - who needs the news when you can start the day with a smile on your face! Happy 2022, and may you all be reunited soon...

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    1. ReaderJanuary 6, 2022 at 5:17 AM

      Thank you, Kathy, and Happy New Year! The actual symptoms are next to nothing for us. We're eager to move on. It's a strange time for the planet. I know I'm very lucky to have a fairly low-stress quarantine (after three Covid shots) -- but still I'm frustrated. I hope that school is managing OK in this weird month!

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    2. KathyJanuary 6, 2022 at 12:26 PM

      Glad that everything feels "next to nothing" - the booster seems to make a huge difference! School is weird, like the rest of the world... we're all hoping for a snow day!

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    3. ReaderJanuary 8, 2022 at 4:49 AM

      Me too! Or a snow month......

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