Today the Beast got a bit antsy about not hearing anything from the dog rescue group so he called the woman that had brought the dog to meet him. She told him that she was going to call the woman who was responsible for checking with the vet and get back to him. However, he still hadn't heard back from her as of when he went to bed at 8pm. I don't know if that means anything good or bad. He just went on and did things like he is getting Dexter, regardless. He went and bought a crate and, between the two of us, we got it set up. He told me he ordered a pad for the bottom of it so the dog will be comfy in it.
If something untoward happens, this man is going to be very upset and disappointed. I can't see that happening but I could see it going through the Beast's mind for a while. We've always been good pet owners and there's nothing the vet could say that would negate that fact. If nothing else, he would have to say that the Beast didn't want to give up on Baron getting better even though he (the vet) threw out the *C* word more than once but the Beast ignored that until he had tried everything he could.
So now we have this big damn crate in the middle of the living room until the Beast finds a place to move the nightstand out of our room and put the crate in it's place. That's where we had Baron's crate when he was young and we still used it for him. The Beast said something that makes me wonder how all this works. He said that they had to put a chip in the dog so that, if he was lost or stolen, we would be notified when he was found. It made me wonder....didn't they have that for the other people? Can't it just be re-registered with us as the contacts? Hmmm. They can't just keep putting those things in dogs multiple times, can they?
I finally got all my pajamas washed, folded and put away. I now have some nice, warm pajamas (mostly from my bff, Carol....gotta love her!) ready to wear again. This house gets awfully cold once the temperature drops below 50 degrees since the Beast just hates to turn on the heat. It's really why I end up sleeping in my recliner a lot because I can shut the door, turn on my baseboard heater and the little space heater on my desk and warm up my room. Once it's warmed up, it stays pretty warm all night long, even if I turn them off. Since I have carpeting in there, it keeps the floors from cooling the room off like the rest of the house. We have great windows and good insulation in the walls but, trust me, the floors have lost the insulation that was installed under them due to moisture under the house. The Beast has known that for a couple years now but he's not in any shape, physically, to get underneath there and staple it back in place. But I can keep myself warm, regardless. I'm a wimp and I admit it.
Well, I have a doctor's appointment in the morning so I need to shower and get to bed. I didn't sleep well last night since we had a couple really bad storms roll through here last night. Yes, we finally got some rain and I was up because we were under a severe storm alert along with the possibility of a tornado or two. The tornadoes all stayed north of us, however, and they mostly knocked down branches and trees and took off a few shingles from homes. Nothing too bad.
I wish you could have seen the chickens out in the rain. They looked so bedraggled! But it was their choice since they can go in and out of their coop at will. When the sun finally came out this afternoon, THEN they went into their coop. I know what they mean when they say *bird-brained* without a doubt.
Love you all. Be good and be happy. ***Hugs***
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