NORMAN — I don’t belong to a religion that demands confessions, but sometimes releasing something into the world is beneficial to the soul. I also don’t believe in New Year’s resolutions. I think they are great, if you stick to them. But I’ve never been able to hold out past January on what I declared to resolve in December.
So here’s my plan. Every week, in this space, I’m going to confess something about myself. That’s 52 revelations about me. Since this idea came to me the third week of the year, this week I’ll offer up three insights into my world.
The first one is that I love my dogs more than is even possible to put into words. Although, I don’t think that’s really a secret. I’ve got more pictures of the dogs on my desk than I do my husband. He’s OK with it, since he could say the same thing about his desk.
Pretty much most of my day is spent missing my dogs. They are the center of my heart, and, as they age, I worry about the day I have to give them one final good-bye. During the day, I wonder what they are doing. I wonder if they are cleaning the house. They never do, by the way. I wonder if they are missing me, too. I’d like to think that they do, but I wonder at times that they enjoy living life on the furniture more than they do the idea of me ever coming home.
Both are dogs adopted from the shelter, but I know I wasn’t the one doing the rescuing. Both girls have been such an important part of our lives. I firmly believe they rescued us. We were just lucky enough to find them.