If you told me last October that I would be ordering low sodium cookbooks and books about cavapoo dogs, I would have laughed. I don't have a problem with sodium and we aren't ever getting a dog.
Except now I do and now we are! As we know, a lot can change in a year. A lot can change in a moment.
Last week I wrote about my issues with vertigo in September and all the doctor's appointments I've had. I haven't had another episode (please knock on wood somewhere) in a few weeks now. I've been changing my diet in the hopes that it will keep the issue at bay. This means much lower sodium than I was eating, low sugar, no caffeine and no alcohol. So while I wouldn't be the most fun to go out with right now, these changes are well worth it if they keep me feeling better.
And the cavapoo.....
My children have always wanted a dog. My niece and nephew have two dogs- one they just got in May during quarantine. Alex and Megan would talk about those dogs all day long. They are both very loving and would be good to a dog. Megan told me that when they do the "All About Me" posters at school, every year she has to write "0" for how many pets she has. Out of all the things they've asked for that so many other kids seem to have- including a pool- a dog seemed like something that maybe we could do. But still, I didn't want the work or responsibility of a dog.
When the school year started, my son's friend had a cavapoo puppy who would come to school at the end of the day when the children dismissed. Alex fell in love with Sweet Ginger. When I saw her pictures, I did too. We started researching the cavapoo breed- they are a mix of King Charles Cavalier and Poodle. Very friendly dogs, known to be a good choice for first time pet owners. Both kids started the daily begging for the dog- teaming up and being very persuasive.
Something in my heart shifted and I felt like all the work would be worth it to make them happy.
Our puppy is too young to come home yet but later this fall, the newest member of the family, Teddy Graham Sokolowski will be arriving. And there will be stories to tell.....
Kathleen Neagle Sokolowski