June 16, 2011
This creature came into my life 2 weeks ago. We were walking up a street in Santa Monica after Memorial Day afternoon champagne and fries and the saddest dog eyes beckoned from an adoption event. “We” being my BFF and our mutual friend who exclusively dates women 20 years his junior. “You need to learn how to care about something,” we tell him. “Something that you can’t break up with in a text message.” He looks away, saying something about his landlord. “If any of you can take this dog, she needs a foster home desperately,” the adoption lady said. “The volunteers at the shelter spared her for 6 weeks because she was so sweet and got along with the other dogs, but today was her day. She was going to be put down in an hour. So of course I took her, but I don’t have anywhere to put her.” And that’s how I became a foster mother to a shepherd/staff mix who I’m calling Tally Atwater (yes, that Tally Atwater) and who has an endearing habit of crawling up my bed like a Marine in the morning. Like she’s a member of Seal Team 6 - on her belly and elbows. And if I stop petting her because I feel like I’ve said an adequate good morning, she takes her paw and puts it on my wrist, pulling it towards her, gently suggesting that perhaps I was mistaken about how long our good morning should be.  And then the rest of the day, as pictured, she tries to keep her body as close to mine as possible.

This creature came into my life 2 weeks ago.

We were walking up a street in Santa Monica after Memorial Day afternoon champagne and fries and the saddest dog eyes beckoned from an adoption event. “We” being my BFF and our mutual friend who exclusively dates women 20 years his junior. “You need to learn how to care about something,” we tell him. “Something that you can’t break up with in a text message.” He looks away, saying something about his landlord.

“If any of you can take this dog, she needs a foster home desperately,” the adoption lady said. “The volunteers at the shelter spared her for 6 weeks because she was so sweet and got along with the other dogs, but today was her day. She was going to be put down in an hour. So of course I took her, but I don’t have anywhere to put her.”

And that’s how I became a foster mother to a shepherd/staff mix who I’m calling Tally Atwater (yes, that Tally Atwater) and who has an endearing habit of crawling up my bed like a Marine in the morning. Like she’s a member of Seal Team 6 - on her belly and elbows. And if I stop petting her because I feel like I’ve said an adequate good morning, she takes her paw and puts it on my wrist, pulling it towards her, gently suggesting that perhaps I was mistaken about how long our good morning should be. 

And then the rest of the day, as pictured, she tries to keep her body as close to mine as possible.

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