Stoutpup

It’s Day 3 of being unemployed and I decided to check out the The Frye Museum. This is something I have wanted to do for a while since the R. Crumb exhibit (that I foolishly did not see) and after my visit today, I was mad at myself for not going sooner. But oh well. No regrets. I went specifically to see Dario Robleto: Alloy of Love. I loved this exhibit. Much of the artist’s work involves melting and/or pulverizing an original material and reconstituting it into something new different.

Here’s an excerpt from the Frye Museum website about the exhibit:

…The resulting artworks are much more than just the sum of their constituent parts or factual interpretations of particular events and personalities; rather, they are sincere and emotional meditations on love, loss, spirituality, and ultimately, healing.

It seemed very appropriate for my week. After the show I walked over to Bimbos Cantina for some nachos and to finish the book my mother gave me called:Good Dog. Stay. by Anna Quindlen.

I only teared up once while reading this, but it brought up a couple of things I had been thinking of with regards to Mazzy. 1.) That we made the right choice by not keeping her alive for our sake, but to let her go with dignity that she may suffer no more pain and 2.) Like many dog owners, I am a projector of feelings to my pets.

I sometimes say to Corey, “Lucy looks sad today.” To which he will reply, “She always looks sad. She’s a bulldog.” Then I will say, “Yeah, but today she looks REALLY sad.”

I have been feeling like the dog and cat do not know how to deal with Mazzy being gone. Lucy has been laying in weird places. She’s seemed a little despondent and not her wiggly self. And the cat is really super needy all over us. Almost annoyingly so. When I read Good Dog. Stay. I thought, well that’s probably it, I’m just projecting my feelings about this to Lucy and Deezy. But I can’t be sure, so I spent the afternoon with Lucy in the park just looking up at the clouds, Lucy at my side. She seemed to cheer up after that.