Adopt-i-versary. Two Years Ago Yesterday, I Drove to Harrison/Rye to Meet Karal and She Came Home with Me. My Eccentric Terrier/Collie Mix

Karal is a Covid dog. She came to Mt. Pleasant when the house was robust with activity and all attention was totally on her. She is her own dog and loves nothing more than getting the attention of everyone around her. She needs to be the center of it all, and when she's ignored, she nips at heels and aims for sleeves. Look at me! Look at me! Look at me!

This has calmed down some, but now that the nest is empty, fewer people are in her space, she saves her spastic ways for guests. When she and I are alone, she simply needs to be on my shoulders as I write, or by my feet with every step I take. Her latest is being triggered that I might leave, which has brings her a nervous shake some days, or a guard-dog approach of the door so I can't get out. She loves nothing more than car rides and visits with everyone. She loves visiting Syracuse where there's attention everywhere and she can't sleep at night unless she's curled up in my back. 

I told her yesterday that I'd take her to the pet store so she could pick out treats in celebration of her life as a Crandall. She wanted everything, but I limited her to only a few choices (the donut cookies are for her and Jake when they play again on Friday night - he's her best friend). 

I think about this dog who was adopted and returned three times in her first year, so I get the possessive nature she has around her daddy. It creeps me out at times, because she sits and stares at me lovingly. I've had many canines, but none quite like her. She's an angel with commands and treats, never runs away, and always having to have me a few steps away. But I never know when her ADHD lines will break into veins under her eyes, when she becomes possessed for the love of everyone around her. They say it's a terrier thing. She's outrageous.

Anyway, last night we celebrated two years and I still remember her eyes staring at me in the rearview mirror driving from the shelter, until she settled into a long nap (such a great traveler compared to Glamis who hated the car). Yes, she ate a seatbelt her first long drive to CNY, tissues at the after-party of Patrick/Stephanie's wedding, and a Queen blow-up mattress that she somehow pulled from shelves during a 20-minute grocery run. Those are her three "bad girl" moments. Otherwise, she's simply a spazz-a-ga-zoink. 

And I can't imagine life without her...or her basket of toys and bones that she has to take out every single morning to distribute all over the house.

She'll be 3 in August. Man's best friend.