I'm still sitting here in disbelief. I gather, from what I just discovered before the Beast went off to church, that he has been looking at Rescue dogs all day. I kid you not. Even worse, he never said anything to me. I heard him making arrangements, with a foster mother to one of the Rescue dogs, to meet up so he could see and meet one dog that interested him. It's a pit bull/terrier mix, about 50 lbs. I looked at her picture (after he hung up) and was very angry. I told him it was much too soon to think about another dog. I also told him that she was VERY muscular and 50 lbs. is STILL a STRONG dog! I could just spit, I am so upset over this.
In truth, *I* am not ready to share my home with another dog...maybe not ever. The way I feel right now, no. I am definitely not ready. IF....and that's a big IF....I decide I am ready or that I even want to, my idea of the ideal dog with our current health and strength, is more on the order of a 10-15 lb. dog...20 TOPS!! Most of those don't require a whole lot of exercise. The size of our yard is ideal. Plus, it better be good with all animals because we have the chickens here AND the cat. She's asleep in my recliner at the moment. All curled up in a ball. She was late coming home...it was almost dark before she showed up. But then she really wasn't outside long, either. She didn't seem to want to leave us. But she really doesn't like to be outside when it's totally dark so I kept checking at the house doors until she finally strolled up and wanted in.
Then the little stinker let us know she wanted squishy food, not her dry stuff. Not that I blame her for being upset. We have been so focused on Baron for so long, neither the Beast nor I could remember the last time we had given her any. Poor baby! She must have felt unloved.
Time to get this posted. I'm all ready for bed and even tired. I'll let you know about the dog situation. You know the Beast...it's all about what HE wants, not me. ***Hugs***
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