Spring Sweeps

Bela hit it kinda big this spring. She gained a part-time mother, known for short as a PTM. My dear friend Amber is living between two cities, and the days she's here, she sleeps on my couch. With her own dog a painstaking 800 miles away, she has adopted mine.

About 48 hours after her arrival, Amber asked if Bela knew how to spin. Well, she naturally does a little happy spin when I am putting her food down, but beyond that, no. Two days later, while I was out, I received a video on my phone. Bela spinning. Over and over and over again. On command.

One morning I awoke to find them both gone. It was 5:30 a.m. Still dark outside. I rose, noted that there was no dog in my bed and no girl on the couch -- and immediately figured that they'd been abducted. (Abduction implies alien, yes.) Where else could they be?; I racked my damn brain. Now, while the hour was early enough to call things into question, the answer was really quite obvious. They were on a walk. Amber took Bela on a walk. That's it. That's all, folks. No show to see here.

Dance parties are commonplace, and Bela's participation is required. We lift her Dirty Dancing-style, hold her paws, and have successfully manipulated her into 'backing that ass up'. She doesn't even seem that annoyed (anymore). She seems to understand that 'when they run into the kitchen and pull out a coffee mug to insert their Iphones (thereby creating a really shitty but awesome speaker), they're going to start gyrating and within minutes I will be hoisted into the air while being told that "all we all do is win win win no matter what"

We're a good group with an intrinsic joy. My Two Dads became My Two Mothers and it works just as well.

And oh, does B love her. The creature that hates to be confined by walls shortened a walk and ran up the stairs when I mentioned her name near our return. On an Amber-less evening, Bela entered the apartment giddy, ran immediately to the bedroom, found her not there, ran to the bathroom, then did a repeat of those same rooms just to make sure. Nowhere. She was no where. And so dejected, she sat. No spinning. Just the hollow silence of missing a momma.