I spend so much time focusing on everything wrong and whining and complaining. So I'm gonna shake things up a bit and focus on good things. First and foremost, as of today, Barbie, Jr. will be back with me full time until next school year rolls around. Words cannot express my excitement. And it somewhat comes as a surprise because I believed when we went to court last August the alternating weeks was forever. Turns out, just for the school year. I'll take it.
So now, my Delia pup. Delia is my latest foster dog. Very rarely do we know backstories on the dogs, so all I know is she'd been at the shelter for a long time. She was fully sponsored which meant someone had already donated the amount it would cost to adopt her. I went back through old shelter photos and it looks like she may have been there since around November, maybe even before that. That's all I knew about her when I agreed to take her, although I had seen a picture of her.
I wasn't quite prepared for such an active dog. She was the first one I came upon that evening at the shelter. My nephew and I went to volunteer to walk dogs and were taking her home with us so I could foster her. I could tell she was an active pup. I could tell she longed for attention. After we were done walking dogs I told the girl I was ready for Delia. She looked at me surprised, thinking I was going to walk her then I explained I was taking her to foster. She was excited, told me she'd been there for so long and warned me about how crazy she was.
I swear, I think the minute she cleared my front door she ran around in circles. I let her into my back yard and she took off running. And I couldn't help but tear up. This precious dog, who has spent most of her life in a cage, had probably never felt so free. She ran laps around my yard, her ears flying back, her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth. It's the moments like that one that reminds me of why I do this.
Since then, she has calmed down some. She's become my cuddle buddy, snuggling up to me at night. She's still very excited and very animated. She can't understand why the cats don't want to play. She still takes off running around the yard at full speed. She snores like a man. And she's happy.
She's curled up against me as I type this, starting to snore, running in her sleep. In just a few days I will bid her farewell and I will cry, like always, like I've just lost my best friend. And I'll swear I'm never doing this again. But I know I will.
So now, my Delia pup. Delia is my latest foster dog. Very rarely do we know backstories on the dogs, so all I know is she'd been at the shelter for a long time. She was fully sponsored which meant someone had already donated the amount it would cost to adopt her. I went back through old shelter photos and it looks like she may have been there since around November, maybe even before that. That's all I knew about her when I agreed to take her, although I had seen a picture of her.
I wasn't quite prepared for such an active dog. She was the first one I came upon that evening at the shelter. My nephew and I went to volunteer to walk dogs and were taking her home with us so I could foster her. I could tell she was an active pup. I could tell she longed for attention. After we were done walking dogs I told the girl I was ready for Delia. She looked at me surprised, thinking I was going to walk her then I explained I was taking her to foster. She was excited, told me she'd been there for so long and warned me about how crazy she was.
I swear, I think the minute she cleared my front door she ran around in circles. I let her into my back yard and she took off running. And I couldn't help but tear up. This precious dog, who has spent most of her life in a cage, had probably never felt so free. She ran laps around my yard, her ears flying back, her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth. It's the moments like that one that reminds me of why I do this.
Since then, she has calmed down some. She's become my cuddle buddy, snuggling up to me at night. She's still very excited and very animated. She can't understand why the cats don't want to play. She still takes off running around the yard at full speed. She snores like a man. And she's happy.
She's curled up against me as I type this, starting to snore, running in her sleep. In just a few days I will bid her farewell and I will cry, like always, like I've just lost my best friend. And I'll swear I'm never doing this again. But I know I will.
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