I never thought I could love this way again. Until today.
When I looked out the back door, I was surprised to see a dog running around in the yard. Which was completely, hermetically fenced and sealed. What made it weirder is that this dog looked exactly like a Lucy/Sally combo.
But as cute as she was, I tried to avoid getting attached. The fact that she was covered in cockle-burrs, which looked like a colony of parasitic trilobites, kept my emotions in check.
The trilobites turned out to be cockle-burrs. Because this sweet dog had been lost in the wild for seven months. She had a tattoo and a chip, and a Nancy Drew of a foster mom (that would be me.) I solved the mystery with a visit to the vet.
So she's set to reunite with her owner in the morning. I have half a mind to snatch her, though. Because I'm so in love. The Daddler was crazy about her, too. I hate to say it, but I wish I could trade Sally in for Sassy (that's what that negligent bitch-excuse for a mistress named her.) Sassy's a year old, and about Lucy's size, and the same sweet temperament. And, as The D observed, she has the same light brown eyes as Mother had. Like Lucy's.
I'm gonna go to bed. Because I need to get up early, so I can go to the vet's office, and say my farewell to this sweet, sweet girl. With any luck, her lazy excuse for a mistress will forget about coming to pick her up, or will have a family emergency which prevents her from showing up, and I'll swoop in and gather this adorable baby to my bosom.
I should sleep. Because this is sounding kinda crazy. Still. She is soooo, soooo cute. And sweet.
Welcome to my world!
My life's been crazy since my Daddy moved in with me immediately after my mother's death in October 2010. My one and only kiddo headed to college at Carolina at the end of August. So...I lived on my own, for the first time in my life, for a total of a blissful six weeks. Then, I started the parenting gig with my dad. He's a combination of a grouchy old man, a surly teenager and a temperamental toddler. Needless to say, I get very close to the brink of insanity sometimes. I get through life by finding the humor in difficult circumstances. And for some reason, I wind up in the weirdest situations. I couldn't make this stuff up. So I wind up having lots and lots crazy adventures which make great stories to share with my friends. Writing about my life is so therapeutic. My ramblings range from funny to sad to angry (full of cuss words) to sweet. While my focus is dealing with the trials and tribulations of being a parent to my Daddy, I have lots of random, totally unrelated posts. Whatever's on my mind. I love to make people laugh, and I'm happy to think my readers will get my strange sense of humor. And maybe, people who are in my situation will be encouraged. That's all I can hope for...