Fostering Isn't 1-2-3

So the Beast meets up with the woman that has Dexter and they go to the dog park that's newly opened in Guntersville.  This is mostly to see how the dog interacts with other dogs.  I gather he did really well on that score.  The Beast also took him (and the woman) down to the lake park where he used to take Baron to see how he reacted to the ducks.  I gather he was fascinated with them but didn't chase them at all.  He didn't bark at them either.

So they are talking the whole time and, contrary to his belief, he does NOT get to keep the dog...today.  First comes a home inspection, which he was kind of glad since then he could see how he reacted to Sassy and the chickens.  I gather they were all terrified of him but it may be because he has enough puppy in him that he wanted to play and was just a bit too active on first meeting.  The woman left with the dog because now the other part of getting approval comes into play.  Since we had a regular vet we used, they will contact him and decide after getting that report.

It figures that I would end up sick as a dog today.  I couldn't get out of my room to even see the dog.  I think it was really prompted by this whole *fostering* bit.  I ended up with a slight case of IBS-D and my stomach kept me heaving for a while.  I ended up sleeping until around 1:30pm but I woke up and didn't hear a dog in the house at least.  It just wasn't what the Beast hoped for but I think we will still be approved as a foster home, even with her not meeting me, which sucks.  You would think that would also be a priority.

Anyway, it's been delayed (getting the dog) until we've *passed*.   All they really want is to make sure we don't abuse animals, I'm sure.  I actually feel better so maybe it really was just irritation that made me feel ill.  I know I shouldn't be stressed and that sure stressed me out.

The rest of our day was spent with the Beast still trying to make me feel good about this by talking about the dog.  I had to shut my door into my computer room and start playing my game before he finally took the hint and stopped.

Well, I am going to jump into bed and get some good sleep, I hope.  At least the IBS-D is over and done with but I will have to do a load of wash tomorrow.  Love you all.  May all your problems be small ones.  ***Hugs***