Sunday, August 21, 2011

Filling the Hole.

When I was in ninth grade in my podunk little middle school (our high school was 10, 11, 12 back then) I had this sweet CB windbreaker. You might not have been familiar with the CB brand but I was wicked, wicked cool because my windbreaker had CB in big big letters on the back. It was red and navy blue and like I said I looked wicked, wicked cool. I looked so wicked, wicked cool that someone stole (STOLE, I tell ya) that awesome windbreaker out of my podunk little locker.

I cried for days. Days, I tell ya.

And because I am the way I am, I tried to replace that wicked, wicked cool jacket with the SAME exact one. I have a very hard time losing things and if I do, I have this tendency to want to replace them with the very same thing. I've done it with earrings, sheets, running sneakers....well, you get my drift. I don't like change.

So when I finally dusted my tears off and dried myself up I went right back to the store that I had bought that cool jacket at and tried to find another exact wicked cool jacket, with the big CB on the back. Nu-uh. No such luck. Not only was there NOT one there in navy blue (only royal blue), that royal blue jacket also did NOT have the big CB logo on the back. I remember struggling with the decision on whether to buy that second jacket, which was not, definitely NOT as cool, or do I go without a CB jacket, which was also definitely not cool, AT ALL.

I took the replacement.

If only I had the internet back then.

It was definitely NOT as cool. I distinctly remember feeling NOT as cool.

I was remembering this story on my way home from Arnold's Lake last Wednesday. I got to bypass the very fun (depending on your viewpoint) boy's birthday celebration at Splashwater Kingdom and drive right past the crowded cest pool of piss and shit because I had Sydney dog (who wouldn't be able to hang out in the parking lot for 8 hours). So, I drove straight up to Plattsburgh on 87 to pick up this wicked cool thing:

Something (the universe) stole my very favorite wicked cool dog on Mother's Day this year. And as I drove that northern NY thruway, I struggled with the thought that I was trying to exactly replace that wicked cool dog. Now, I'm not stupid, although some people might think that because, well, because I sometimes do stupid shit. But I'm not. And we definitely were NOT going to get another black lab. But there was this black hole that was not getting filled by Sydney dog who a) doesn't wag her tail when you walk into the room, b) doesn't come running when you drive up the driveway, c) doesn't really give a shit about where you are or what you're doing. AND because a) Paul Bunyan's colleague bred her beautiful beautiful chocolate lab with her beautiful beautiful yellow lab and they had 9 beautiful beautiful black lab puppies, 2) and 6 of those black lab puppies were females, 3) and 2 of those puppies had white patches on their chests (just like Liebe), 4) and 1 of those puppies had our name on its butt when it was born, it all seemed so just MEANT TO BE!

So there I was with a little dooper dog on my lap and an angry 12.5 year old bitch in the back of the van as I crossed the ferry into VT wondering if this was the right decision. I mean seriously, no one will ever be my Liebewitz again. What were we thinking?

When I pulled into my weedy weedy yard I let out the dooper to let her sniff around her new home and I went up the hill into the green barn where the mice have congregated to get away from Hunter's malicious murdering sprees and I lifted out Liebe's old kennel. The dooper watched me scrub the nine years worth of cobwebs out and then she climbed in and claimed it as hers.

I was waiting for both the birthday boys and Claire to return and also for my brother and his family to arrive and so I sat on the front porch steps to shuck some corn for dinner. The dooper dog came from inside the house and sat down right next to me. I looked down at her and she looked up at me and I realized at that moment that the hole was filled.

And it felt wicked, wicked cool.


  1. Dooper dog love!!!! So sweet :) Sounds like a fabulous start to the new life together...congrats!!

    - Susie

    P.S. Can't wait to meet her (hint, hint)

  2. ohh. i still love puppies more than babies. she is beautiful. and with puppies, as opposed to babies, they really are their most beautiful when they are brand new! congratulations mama. i hope i get to sniff her before she outgrows that skunky sweet smell. xo

  3. Makes me want a "dooper" to fill my holes.

  4. sir paul mccartneyAugust 22, 2011 at 1:21 PM

    I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
    And stops my mind from wandering
    Where it will go
    I'm filling the cracks that ran through the door
    And kept my mind from wandering
    Where it will go
    And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong
    I'm right
    Where I belong I'm right
    Where I belong.
    See the people standing there who disagree and never win
    And wonder why they don't get in my door.
    I'm painting the room in a colourful way
    And when my mind is wandering
    There I will go.
    And it really doesn't matter if
    I'm wrong I'm right
    Where I belong I'm right
    Where I belong.
    Silly people run around they worry me
    And never ask me why they don't get past my door.
    I'm taking the time for a number of things
    That weren't important yesterday
    And I still go.
    I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in
    And stops my mind from wandering
    Where it will go.