It's been a while since my last freewriting adventure. Months it seems like. The stories took a hiatus from visiting me. I got all hung up on being in the here and now.
Here's a little story for me, because I feel the need to write a story. Like I feel the need to do Tai Chi and grab me a piece of that peaceful, content, commanding feeling I get when I'm throwing my chi around. Like I feel the need to sing out Louise sometimes. Nowadays I start bellowing "I wish! more than anything, more than Life! I wish..." whenever I feel a song bursting to get out. It feels really good to do this.
She doesn't eat. She's a very picky eater. She even sometimes rejects food I have made for us both. I think she's sick.
"She weighs 30 pounds."
Oh! She has gained some weight!
"We look for this" said while drawing one set of fingers over back of the other hand's fingers, "not for this," over the knuckles of a closed fist. "She's just a tiny bit overweight."
I found a great conventional vet yesterday! I felt very comfortable being my medically anomalous self with her. She nodded respectfully when I said "I can't justify removing body parts for my convenience." She didn't flinch when I told her I had been homeopathically treating my dog for suspected Lyme. I could confidently refuse any vaccines that are not required by law. The veterinarian of my dreams.
She also let me figure out for myself that Hazel isn't a picky eater.
I've been forcing her to eat too much.
Good to know.
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