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June 10, 2009

I keep waking up and thinking that life has gone back to normal. Or not really gone back, but rather, never changed to begin with. When you don’t remember such a big shocker, it’s easy to feel like it never happened.

I missed a week of blogging work, plus had to cancel/reschedule multiple photo sessions from last week because I wasn’t mobile enough enough. But now, I’m blogging again, and hopefully, I’ll soon be photographing weddings and beautiful brides again. Life is virtually back to normal — except that I can’t walk like a normal human being.

But honestly, if there’s one person for whom my recovery has been more mentally stressful, and by person, I mean an extremely small and fuzzy not quite human being, that’s Papito.

Her little eyebrows have been constantly furrowed ever since I got back from the hospital, with a look of worry on her face. She hasn’t jumped on me at all, which is weird because we never trained her not to do that. She’s small enough that it never really mattered and we never really cared about that particular aspect of her being a well-behaved dog, until my legs were made up of BRUISE. It’s so cute how she gets really excited to see me when she comes home but then restrains herself from going crazy and jumping like she normally would because she knows it would hurt me.

When S. would take her outside to do her business, whereas normally she would pull whoever had her on her leash down the street because she wanted to walk! and run! and explore more! when I got back from the hospital S. said she would just go right out front of the building and then run back in as soon as she was done…then sprint from the elevator to the apartment door as they came back.

And then the day she actually took me out on a walk shuffle she walked protectively near me the entire time even though the pace we were going at was slower than a turtle’s. Normally she sprints as far in front of us as her leash will allow.

At one point last week, I cried out in pain while S. was standing near me and Papito rushed over to growl at him. Even though he didn’t do anything. Poor S. He’s the good guy in all of this, but Papi just wants to make sure that nobody messes with her hurt puppy mom. Looking at her freaked out little face is like the time when she had to go to the hospital — I just wish so badly I could tell her that everything will be OK.

And yes, I just became one of those people who wrote an entire blog post about her dog. Even after I already dedicated an entire section of my website to Papito and then promised I’d never blog about her again. My bad.

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I actually think dogs can sense when you are not feeling well. When I'm feeling down, or sick, my dog will just come lay near me, and follow me to make sure I'm okay. I think Papito is just trying to take care of you! You saved her, and now she's trying to save you.

Glad to hear you are slowly getting better… wish it was faster! You are in my thoughts! (And I don't mind an occasional Papi story!) Besitos!

Comment by Rachel — June 10, 2009 @ 1:33 pm

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What will you do with Papito when you start your travels??

Comment by Hulie — June 10, 2009 @ 2:25 pm

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Papito loves her mama and just wants her to be better!! And I love that you wrote an entire post about your dog… you can do it a million more times and I'll still read

Comment by Haley — June 10, 2009 @ 3:11 pm

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Is it weird that I DON'T think it's weird that you wrote a dog-related post?! I just read straight through and thought it was pretty interesting.

Comment by Mei — June 10, 2009 @ 4:24 pm

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Awww, dogs are such brilliant creatures! I guess there IS always something positive even with negative experiences…

Comment by Andi — June 11, 2009 @ 10:28 am

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Your Papito reminded me of our dear Bella. When I had to be seperated from Hubby after my internship in France ended I literally cried for months. No one would come near at home me because I was such a depressed mess. But Bella, our lab, would come and sit by my side and just … stay there. She wouldn't bug me, she wouldn't try to cheer me up by wagging her tail or doing tricks. She wouldn't even lay her head on my lap nor touch my feet with her nose.. She somehow knew that I couldn't handle “touching”. But she just sat there with me, just letting me cry my eyes out and purge all my pain and sorrow. Looking back, I know she did it because she knew that I was feeling so lonely and she somehow wanted to make me know that I wasn't alone. It is thanks to her that I got throught that awful time.

What an incredible thing to have the unconditional love of wonderful beings like Papito and Bella. We are so lucky.

Fned.

Comment by Fned. — June 11, 2009 @ 1:06 pm

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Holy crap I'm just catching up to your blog now!!!! I didn't realize how bad it was because you blogged right after but you got a little beat up huh! Animals are the bestest shit evah and I'm glad Papito is smart enough to want to protect you. She will bounce back just like you will. Hugs (but not too tight).

Comment by Myguey — July 1, 2009 @ 2:39 pm

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Holy crap I'm just catching up to your blog now!!!! I didn't realize how bad it was because you blogged right after but you got a little beat up huh! Animals are the bestest shit evah and I'm glad Papito is smart enough to want to protect you. She will bounce back just like you will. Hugs (but not too tight).

Comment by Myguey — July 1, 2009 @ 9:39 pm

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