This is Wednesday’s challenge and today is Thursday. But the days have been so full of visitors and trips we have made that I am so far behind. And I am cheating somewhat. I think this is easier for me to do than yesterday’s Dark Clouds on the (Virtual) Horizon so I shall go back to that one later.
On day four, you wrote a post about losing something. Today, write about finding something.
Tell us about the time you retrieved your favorite t-shirt from your ex. Or when you accidentally stumbled upon your fifth-grade journal in your parents’ attic. Or how about the moment you found out the truth about a person whose history or real nature you thought you’d figured out. Interpret this theme of “finding something” however you see fit.
Today’s twist: if you wrote day four’s post as the first in a series, use this one as the second installment — loosely defined.
You could pick up the action where you stopped, or jump backward or forward in time. You might write about the same topic, but use a different style, or use the same style to tackle a neighboring topic.”
Losing Lotte was a big hurt and left an enormous hole in my life and my home. My daughter and her boys said I must immediately get another dog and in fact, the boys who were on holiday from school, took me to the local SPCA centre to look at dogs. But how could I replace my darling with another dog. There would always only be one Lotte and I determined that I would not have another dog.
Fast forward a few weeks and the Beautiful Miss Bella came on the scene. This delightful little poodle wormed her way into my affections and into my life. She was in every way different to Miss Lotte. Lotte’s gentle nature (and wandering ways) made her an instant favourite wherever we went. The boys (my grandsons) loved her and were very sad when she had to be put down.
But Bella was a dog of a different breed; different temperament and different habits. Oh yes, she quickly picked up Lotte’s habit of taking her meat from the bowl and putting it on the Persian rug in the dining room. No matter how often I replaced it in the bowl it would be taken out immediately. She wouldn’t sleep in a basket and while Lotte had to be lifted onto the bed, Bella found her own way onto it the first night I had her. And she loved to walk. Unfortunately she had been born with hip dysplasia caused her to occasionally lift her back leg and run on three only. This looked very funny and caused much comment. But she could walk for miles/kilometres and particularly loved the beach. Poodles are water dogs so she would run into the sea at any opportunity as opposed to Lotte, a Tibetan Spaniel, who would have nothing at all to do with water.
Bella followed me like a shadow. From the first moment we met she determined that she was coming home with me. And she did. And she made herself at home.
Now fast forward two more months. At this time I decided that I would go away for a while. Life was going nowhere and I needed a change. Miss Bella would go to my friend and would be loved and cared for in my absence. I did doubt whether I would ever get her back again. And as things have turned out, she is now adopted by my friend and lives a life of luxury with her.
So Miss Lotte was lost and Miss Bella was found.