Long and Short Summer

So it's been a while.... after he got out of rehab and I got tired of running away to cheap motels and trying to just avoid him, I came up with a better plan: I sent him to El Salvador. The country with the most violent and dangerous city in the world San Salvador, and home of the notorious MS-13 gang. Desperate times call for deseprate measures, right?

So his absent dad bought some property down there and agreed to take him for a week or so but I was able to get 5 weeks out of it. Yeah for me! All of July to myself... no more hiding out in cheap motels. Had a bit of a challenge getting him his passport (rush! more money!!) and then onto the plane. He was going to go. He wouldn't go. He would go. Sat in the car in the parking lot at LAX then I got out. He sat. I kept walking. He got out. He almost didn't make it past security. I pretended that I wasn't with him,but then he made it through. The plane was delayed naturally. Had to sit there for over an hour and I thought I had it timed out just so that we would get to the gate and he would get on, no more time to delay or wait. But no, the plane was delayed. Ok, he passed out in waiting area by the gate. I don't even care that people are staring but I do care that the cleaning lady keeps rolling her super loud cleaning cart back and forth in front of us. Doesn't she know that we don't want to wake the sleeping monster??? Holding my breath. Afraid to move because any slight movement might wake him up and then he freak out or refuse to go or something worse. Boarding the plane. Strangely it's super quiet now that the cleaning lady is gone. Maybe all the passengers can read my mind. Keep still. Keep Quiet. Don't make any sudden moves until the monster is on the plane in his seat where he can hopefully pass out again.

He got on the plane and made it to El Salvador. Miracle. I avoided most of his calls except for the one telling me he was bringing home a puppy from San Salvador. Great. However, it's the cutest dog I've ever seen. So sweet and tiny and just a good little pup. Maybe this will the cure?

More on how things are progressing now. Good and bad mostly bad. But the dog is still alive and lovely and now sleeps on my bare feet his white fluffy fur keeping my bare feet warm. I never thought I'd love a dog more than my own son. Oh, that's harsh. Not true but sometimes I feel that way. Is that wrong?