The family has wanted one for a long time. I have allergies, so I’ve been a little less gung-ho about it. I had heard that the various poodle hybrid breads are hypoallergenic, so I did a little snore research into them.
They don’t shed. Not nearly as much as a non-doodle. That is helpful for allergies, but it’s not quite hypoallergenic.
It’s the dander that causes the reaction. So far I’ve only had two allergic reactions. Both of which happened after petting the dog and then rubbing my eyes.
Otherwise its been a typical puppy raising experience. Which is to say that we’re cleaning up a lot of pee and our sleep patterns have been nuked.
Oh, her name is Lexie and she is a Goldendoodle.
This post started as an overly dramatic take about the past 6 months.
I have no proof that we weren’t pulled into a black hole sometime last year. March was at least 12 years ago, but August is only 30 seconds away.
But no one is here to learn about what’s been happening in the world. At least I hope not.
As far as post-apocalyptic dwellers go, we’ve been fortunate. Everyone has been healthy and we haven’t killed each other. Yet.
And we adopted a pup!
She’s a Goldendoodle named Lexie.
She’s very small. Very fluffy. And full of pointy teeth for biting everyone. In fact, she’s never not puppy-biting someone.
It was 18:08 and therefore too early for George Mann to leave work. This was logged by Bob Sykes and Mann’s predictive algorithms were realigned, including his projected retirement age, monthly health insurance payments, and bonus prospects. Indeed, a beautiful ripple passed through all the predictive algorithms as they were adjusted accordingly.
How long have we all been at home? Maybe a decade. The way days are blending together, it’s hard to tell.
I’m someone who prefers city life. Being able to walk. Be around people and culture. Not have to rely on a car for everything. But I can’t imagine what the past few weeks would’ve been like if we didn’t have a yard for the boys to play in, or wide streets for daily walks.
People have asked how the kids are handling all of this. Well. They couldn’t care less. Seems like summer came early for them. We’re having them work on the distance learning assignments that the school sent home. But that leaves much of the day open for Legos and bike riding and their favorite pastime: fighting with each other.
They know that people are sick and dying. But that is arbitrary to them. Everything looks perfectly fine in their world.
They don’t have the ability or knowledge to worry about the impact to the economy or the ways in which the world could be changing in major, major ways.
They also can’t constantly refresh Twitter to get the latest hot takes on the end of the world.
And that’s OK.
I never once worried about my dad’s job growing up. There was never a second thought about drastic changes in standards of living. Dad was in the Navy, but I don’t know that I would’ve been aware of the stability that his career afforded us.
We’re all hanging in there at the moment. The only thing you can do in circumstances like this is to handle every day as it comes. One day at a time. One moment to the next.
We have our health and safety at the moment, which makes for a pretty good moment to live in.
The retweet and share buttons on Twitter and Facebook are, in essence, just volume controls. They give us the opportunity to push something to a larger audience with one button, but they don’t require us to explain why we’re doing this. If you only give people the tools to make something louder, eventually all you will hear is the noisy screech of feedback loops.