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Torvi turned one on Sept 26, 2018. That was two weeks ago last Wednesday but, at the time, I didnāt have the brain (AKA the wherewithal) to even make a quick post on Facebook about it.
The day job is a continuing challenge to me. Itās been nothing but continual changeāand not small or incremental, eitherāfor the past seven years and I think I reached my limit about two years ago. Iāve been running on fumes ever since.
When the latest round of this-is-where-weāre-heading-whether-you-like-it-or-not hit, I was struggling to keep my head above water and my time at home was devoted to finishing up Playing with Fire and trying to do a decent job of critiquing the work of some new writerly friends.
So, I stopped posting my sunrise/sunset and other pics and kept my head down.
Then, Philās retirement became official (read real) with a defined last day of work and package. It imposed almost as many burdens/worries as it alleviated, but the decision is made and canāt be taken back.
Weāre in for an uncertain time ahead.
Torvi is, as I mentioned in my next chapter post yesterday, still a handful. At Thanksgiving supper last night, I had to keep her on the leash the whole time. Sheās just so excited when people come over, and the people she most wants to meet (read jump all over and attack with love) are the least capable of withstanding the Torvi onslaught. I even took her on an extra-long walk yesterday, hoping to burn off some of her energy, but sheād missed her walk the night before as we were out celebrating a friendās 50th, so it probably just evened out.
She still has fits of bitey-ness, what Phil and I call the pre-poop and post-poop crazies (one because sheās gotta go and the other because sheās so relieved, all she can think to do it take a tear around the house), puts her front paws up on the kitchen counter, dining room table, desk, or other surface, and grabs whateverās in reach of her toothy maw, and we have to put her in a controlled down (leashing her, getting her to lie down, and stepping on the leash to keep her there) for most evening meals and some breakfasts. Meal times are when sheās most likely to have a fit of the biteys.
Though I walk her twice a day, I still need to get her out to play fetch or recall until sheās burned out. Itās hard to do when Iām pretty burned out myself.
Sheās a work-in-progress. Our other two dogs were a year and a half to two years old before they became calm companions.

Torvi is not amused.
Without further delay, here are the promised Torvi tales:
The skinned knee
As I mentioned, I walk Torvi twice a day, morning and evening. One evening in early August (yes, thatās how long this tale has been waiting for its telling), we were coming home and the light at the intersections changed before I could get to press the walk signal button.
I figured I could do a gentle jog and weād cross the road in time. It wasnāt something we hadnāt done many times before. Weād even jogged at both obedience classes. Yes, Torvi gets a little excited when I break into a jog, but she usually stays by my side. I thought nothing of it.
This time, Torvi started gambolling about and gambolled right in front of my feet.
I went down, in the middle of the intersection, skinned my knee pretty bad (like, ten-year-old attempts to learn to skateboard bad), bashed up my shoulder through my jean jacket, and lost my glasses. I was mortified. But I didnāt let go of the leash, thank goodness.
Even though all the lanes were filled with waiting vehicles, I didnāt hear one, āare you okay?ā I collected myself, retrieved my glasses, and hobbled to the other side of the street. Only then did I think to be miffed at the lack of concern shown by the drivers.
The capri leggings I was wearing were trashed (though, upon consideration later, I thought I should have turned them into bike shorts) and it took the rest of the month for my knee to heal up.

Gambolling pup.
The toad
Not long afterward, I was taking Torvi out for her pre-bed time pee, and noticed a dark shape moving over the non-lawn. Torvi noticed it before I did and was on it before I could hold her back.
First, she put her mouth on it, and came up with a strange look on her face, licking and drooling. In retaliation for the icky taste, she pounced on the poor thing, but it had already puffed itself up and looked like nothing so much as a stone.
This was the work of seconds and, by the time I hauled her away and further into the yard to do her business, and then into the house, I realized the dark shape had been an innocent toad. And I wasnāt half sure the dear thing had survived Torviās attentions.
I got her inside and gave her a big drink of fresh water to get the toad taste out of her mouth. We went to bed, me still worrying about the toad.
It was gone the next morning, though. I like to think it made it to the shelter of the deck (which is where I think it was heading), though it is possible another animal came around and took advantage of the situation. We have foxes, raccoons, and feral cats in the area, any of which could have done the job.
I still say āhiā to our deck toad, though, whether itās actually there, or not.

The pic I took on the 26th–happy belated?
My shoes
Weāve been slowly opening the house to Torvi. Initially, we kept all the doors closed and the gate up at the doorway to the side entrance and basement stairs. Iād open the door to whatever room we were in so that we could keep an eye on her and at night, weād close her in the bedroom with us.
We started by opening the bedroom door at night, but keeping the others closed. Then, we gradually trusted her to have the run of the upstairs until she tore the already ragged bath mat a few new holes, and now we keep the bathroom door shut for the most part.
Weāve started taking the gate down unless Philās eating something in his office downstairs, in which case he generally chases Torvi upstairs and puts up the gate himself.
One evening, though, the gate was down and Torvi had gone downstairs for some daddy-time. She generally settles on the old pillows I put down there for her or brings down a toy to chew on. As the sounds of chewing are nothing unusual, Phil didnāt think anything was wrong. Until he got up for a bio-break, and then I heard the shouting from all the way upstairs in my office.
Torvi had taken one of my shoes downstairs and was happily destroying it.
Now, I have foot issues. Iāve had orthotics for yearsāand yes, they were in the shoes, but, for whatever reason, she hadnāt touched the one in the shoe she chose to chew onāIāve had plantar fasciitis, and, most recently, compressed fatty pads on my heels. Iād just this year invested in a really good pair of running shoes that have made all the difference. And now it was $200 down the drain, er, the dogās gullet.
Though there was some great distress, the shoe was chewed and there wasnāt anything I could do that would un-chew it. So, I took the orthotics out of the ruined shoes, tossed the shoes, popped the orthotics into a cheap old pair of walking shoes, and decided to go shopping at my next opportunity.
By the way, the cheap old walking shoes? Theyāre going to the charity bin. The shoes are still in good shape, but when I took Torvi for her evening walk in those things, it was like walking on slabs of concrete. Even with the orthotics.
Fast-forward to the next day and Iām looking for the same brand and style of running shoe as the pair Torvi had chewedāSaucony Everun. The store was out of stock. So was the other location, not that Iād have driven across town in the moment to get them. I decided to try another pair of Everuns in a different style and size, and decided theyād work. They were $20 cheaper than the style Iād purchased previous and I counted it a win.
Though Iād told the sales associate my dog-gone tale of woe, I repeated my sorry story to the cashier, who, it turns out, was a dog person who knew my pain. She gave me a further discount on the shoes. Thatās customer service š

We now have matching reflective vests for evening walks.
Here ends this riveting edition of Torvi tales.
Doubtless, there will be more to come.
Be well, be kind, and stay strong until next time!
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