Temptation

“Too soon,” they say. Daughters One and also Two and of course, SheWhoMustBeObeyed.

Too soon for our emotional states. Too soon for Zoey the Small and Annoying to make the adjustment. Too soon to choose wisely. Too soon for a new round of training and accommodation and assimilation.

It’s too soon because we have to process the loss of Odin the Large and Lazy. He is still a part of us, so wouldn’t a new dog feel like an interloper?

I suppose I have to agree it’s too soon.

Too soon after the death of a friend who was unconditionally loving through so many family and personal events.

So, someone please tell me, why do I feel this insane temptation to go to the pound, ‘just to look?’