The week is nearly over, and I’ve been ruminating on this week’s photo challenge: home. What does it mean? So many times I’ve found myself in a strange city or new country asking myself, could this be it? Will this be the place I finally call home?
I am at home now in this small city in northern California, but my home has been modified drastically in the past year to accommodate my dog, Loki. A little over a year ago, Loki was a New Delhi street puppy, a desi dog, one of the thousands of stray dogs who roam throughout India.
To date he has destroyed my furniture, chewed at least one of every pair of shoes I own, has dragged everything that can possibly be moved, including a blender, into the back yard where it lay buried under snow for months and is only now melting.
And to top it off, he has bladder issues. I’ve spent hundreds of dollars on vets and medicines. Weeks and months trying to housebreak him through every method on the internet. At the advice of a psychic friend I changed his name from Yogi to Loki. It’s more appropriate anyway. He dribbles. But I have something to be grateful for: wood floors.
The latest is, I’m turning my dining room into a huge cage with a doggie door leading outside. I won’t get rid of him. Who would take him?
Perhaps this is more of a post than a photo challenge. For me, it’s another chapter in the Loki chronicles.