Well, well, well,
I haven't posted in a while, being otherwise distracted by life and such, so here is...
I've been painting. A lot. Looking at ways to both up my landscaping game and make my abstracts more accessible and moving. The biggest news, for anyone who might care (and you do or why the hey are you here?), is the loss of my longtime buddy, Watson. Watson succumbed to the hands of the Big Clock about a month ago, and as anyone who has lost a long-time pet can tell, you, it slayed me. That aforementioned clock has done what it does and moved on, and after a couple of weeks of weeping every day, and under the advisement and encouragement of my loved ones, Lee Ann and I began looking for a new companion. It was true that I was talking to myself perhaps a little too much, so empty seemed the house.
We worked with the folks at the Nashville Humane Association and they were wonderful. We placed a long and fee-required online application with the Adopt a Golden rescue; but we were lucky enough to find our new family member, Lemon, at Wags & Walks, a Hermitage, TN based operation before Adoptagolden had even contacted us back.
We met her in person at a Wags adoption fair held at Marble Fox Brewing Company. It was a Saturday morning at noon. Luckily, Lee Ann had already expressed our interest in her and that gave us an edge up when we arrived at precisely noon to find the W&W volunteers and their charges already in the company of a number of hopeful pet-finders. It took about 90 seconds of petting her before I nodded my head to Lee Ann and the lovely young lady who held Lemon's leash and we were on.
The W&W folks are the real deal, and after a consultation with their onsite adoption specialist we took her out to Lee Ann's car, loaded her into the front seat, and drove her home. Today is Tuesday, and we will have had her for 3 weeks come Saturday.
Called "Mama Lemon" by the W&W staff, likely named that by the partner shelter in Florence, Alabama where she was taken after being picked up as a stray, we think Lemon is a good name for her. After all, it was only used by people who cared for her, right? And it also makes available a plethora of nicknames--Lemon Cello, my Lemon Drop, my li'l Lemon Meringue Pie.
She's an excellent addition to Chez Merrique. She likes her crate, excepting for first thing upon awakening, when she howls the song of her people pretty reliably at 3:30-5:00 in the morning. She's smart and she's a great size, weighing in right at 70 pounds at an estimated 4 years old. I took her in for a two week check after becoming concerned with the look of her spay operation scar and the wonderful Dr. Roberts at Belle Meade Animal Hospital added 3 sutre staples to her incision. After a good regimen of the newly prescribed antibiotics and carefulness, I returned her just yesterday for the sutre removal; Dr. Roberts removed the staples and proclaimed her good to go "for normal activity".
It's approaching 1 pm here in Nashville, and she is dozing on the floor at the top of the steps behind me. I'm thinking I'll finish this, get her into my car, Casper (the Friendly Soul), and drive out to Cheatham Dam and Lake. We'll walk out there today instead of just around the blocks surrounding Chez Merrique. I'll paint later. If you want, check out the latest additions at scottmerrick.me.
We're outta here. Gotta practice for future--and soon, I hope--camping!
