So one day in November I had an idea. I breached this idea in early December. By the end of December the idea was being looked into. By the 5th of January the idea was settled on. By the 20somethingth of January, having been off crutches for a whole 2 days after my accident a week earlier, I went with my mother and niece to the airport an hours drive away and picked up this gorgeous little creature.
In true Romi fashion, I named her Kasta after the head character in Graceling, a book I read and adored the summer before, and thus my summer holidays ended with a slight limp, a very narrow choice in the kind of shoes I could wear (I cannot wait for the return of converses, as still they are out *weeps*), and a puppy.
She is an English Staffy and I have found, via this beastie, that taking a dog for a walk is an incredible social thing to do. Getting stopped multiple times can turn a ten minute walk into a 20 minute trip, during which many people ooh, call her a “man eater”, comment on her colour (I need to do a poll on the amount of times each of these things come up and see what tops), call her a boy (I’m wondering if it’s because she’s got a blue name tag… only twice has she ever been called a girl right off, which is rather interesting and odd) and murmur about her utter gorgeousness. I, meanwhile, stand beside my queen and nod like an obedient servant who occasionally offers puppy milk, meat and vegan pigs ears (do not even ask).
And I could ask for very little more.
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Now I don’t believe in the idea of “perfection”, but Kasta is the perfect dog for me, in that she is imperfectly perfect. She is ratty and playful and sleeps whenever I need to do work, gets me to have a lower procrastination level, is keeping me well exercised, and got me out of what was a very miserable time after I sliced open my foot on what I have decided was a… no, probably shouldn’t voice that on the interwebs. Something in a river. Probably a log. Queue pain. And she’s only destroyed the corner of one book! (Any guesses which one it was?)