How my havanese saved me...
I was wondering if I should post this on "rescue" or here. I just wanted to share with all of you how much my havanese truly mean to me...and how they have saved me again and again.
The last few days at work were some of the hardest I have ever eperienced, our budget is cut due to the economy so we are low on staff...but also in the middle of our big .83 cent sale, which is a half off sale. You can imagine the number of customers and the frenzy that this kind of sale creates. I was yelled at, pulled in fifteen different directions, and just about ready to fall on the floor. And then I come home to happy lickies, jumping dogs, and more love than I could ever need.
I went back to work the next day and talked to several of my managers...giving me advice how to weather this storm, to let things go, and just do my best. Another not so wonderful day, but easier as I let things go which is very hard for me to do. And then home again to my sweet, sweet dogs...a long walk to clear my head and then having them sleep on me giving me little kissies. And reading the forum and laughing at the photos and the lives we all live.
Next two days, inventory...fixing people's mistakes and being very focused while trying to direct customers to other employees in uniform. They know me and know what good service I provide, and prefer me! But I have work to do! LOL And leaving that day, I took the next three days off...to rest.
First day off, sleeping mostly...with two dogs on me just loving me. Only up to take them for walks and read the forum, and to feed, of course.
Today is the next day, and I am feeling better. Playing with them, taking them for a long, long walk, watching them wrestle, laughing at them. Good grief, what would I do without them!
By the way, the in the middle of all of them, husband and daughter are back. But she goes to school all day and has activities at night, as does hubby. So mostly it is the dogs and me, and the cat too.
I tell them about my day, and they listen and make faces at me, sometimes licking their lips which in wolf talk means calm down. Daisy often jumps on my lap and licks my face, she has also licked tears as well. Riki knows that I like his antics so he does silly things to make me laugh.
I am never alone, in the bathroom Daisy jumps on my lap which is too much closeness! Riki follows her and stands at the door guarding us. They wait for me at the top of the stairs if I go out, as our living area is upstairs. Then run down the steps when I come in giving me kisses and love...which I try to hold off for a few minutes so they will calm down and makes me alpha.
So I am sitting on the computer with one dog lying on my left and the other on my couch. All I have to do is call their names and they come to me.
How my havs have saved me every single day. I am a post-menopausal woman at 52 with really big emotions even more now. Having this much love and affection gets me through the day, Los Angeles traffic, and an almost teenagers tantrums.
I suppose I could go on and on...losing two dear friends last year, having two other dear friends move out of the area, and my improv troop shutting its doors. And then the dogs are always there, hopping, rolling over, consistent in their silliness and their joy.
I have a havanese lifestyle. No matter what goes on outside our walls, inside is a home filled with joy and love.
How does your havanese save you?
I didn't just get havanese, I got a lifestyle!
Loving Havanese since 2003