Tiggers and Jitters. Literally, a dog that made it and a dog that didn't. Both stripy colored, both little Rez dogs with major problems, both crossed my path in times of sadness and uncertainty, both brought a little complication and little clarity to the subsequent days and weeks of their entrance into my life. My little life, one person on a pretty big planet, one of many vets, not the best and not the worst, not the happiest and not the saddest. Jitters is curled up in a little Jitterball next to me on the bed while I type, sometimes heaving a sigh as it is pretty close to dinnertime, sometimes turning a little wary-dog circle of decision making, aided in settling down by the "do-not-disturb" growl of another speckle-freckle dog who is only interesting in sleeping.... Tigger didn't make it to a soft human size bed. He did have a nice dog bed and a few square meals... and a bath... before his early trip to the other place.
This will be a blog of Tiggers and Jitters. A total mish mash of present day and past memories, contemplations and frustrations. After five years in veterinary medicine there is still much to know, but not much time to contemplate what is already known. Life shrinks down to a day by day and an hour by hour mode inside a tunnel that seems all-consuming but needs to not be in order to maintain its joy and mystery. Overall my goal is to come here after a hard day and find an hour of positivity. While there will be Tiggers every day, even a Tigger can have a Jitter side if one chooses to dig for it. I choose to.
