Diary of a Sex-Starved Pseudo-Mennonite, Part 53

Love is a creative act. When I'm with someone, I create a world unique and special to just us. Can anyone do this? I don't know. But I can. And I do. And it is probably my favorite activity because creating a world of my own conception or in partnership is one of my superpowers. It feels good to know this, then proceed..

When I build a world with someone, sometimes they don't want to let others in. Daisy is a fine example. I am her whole universe. We sleep together. Fight about if she really needs a walk or is just bullshitting me (Okay, I fight about it. She just looks at me and moves her ears to prove she's listening). She knows when I'm working from home and when I'm not. She knows when the best times are for us to snuggle uninterrupted. She wants to protect me, but is a huge puppy raised in isolation (as of late) by a single mom, so she's now scared of other dogs and doesn't really know how to be with them. Her BigNess makes her a Hazard. Her BigNess makes her a delight. I picked a dog who would become the size of a person because I wanted a person. Someone to share my bed and my house and my life. Some mornings I still ask her to marry me out of habit and out of devotion, even though I have a boyfriend.

The dog trainer told me Daisy's too smart. She Houdinis her way out of the kennel at PetSuites immediately if they don't double-lock it. She has a reputation. Nevertheless, she is one of their favorites. Different members of staff tell me this each time I pick her up after my in-office workdays. and the staff greet her and bid her adieu as those receiving the Queen. When staff pass her crate and don't stop to give her something; a pet, a kind word, a jail break, she shares a special indignant cry she has had since I first held her as a baby. The cry says, I'm Daisy. See to my needs.

Daisy loves our new house and runs joyous loop de loops in the backyard. Smells the flowers. Poops in a shady corner. Eats a little grass then barfs. Dogs aren't allowed on the beach. As I read the sign to determine this and tried to move us along, I had to wait for Daisy to finish a circuit of tiny ecstatic leashed circles she was running in the sand in front of the sign. Even the rule supporters smile at me and Daisy and want to meet us. They can't help it.

Until Next Time, Sweeties!

Ness Sweet Ness