Friday, January 28, 2011

Bored...but, BUT!

I’m bored with just about everything. It’s true. Work is just fine, but fine doesn’t fit my personality much at all. I need activities. I need client meetings, I need to get out of my office chair and stop typing and go play in the sun. I’d love to go home to the ranch...
BUT

I have an appointment after work so I need to stay in town. Plus I’m covering for 007 at the clinic.

Maybe I need a vacation. That is probably it. I hate winter. I mean I REALLY hate it! At first I’m ok with the pretty snow and then in our location we get nice days tossed in and the snow melts. Which is great but it also reminds me how much winter sucks or rather how much I LOVE spring and then it also reminds me how far away spring is. Ugh!

It’s a vicious cycle and talk about driving myself crazy. That’s what I do when I can’t be outside, I drive myself crazy. Today is no exception. I know your totally shocked, I mean isn’t this the typically writings of a lunatic, pretty much.

Eh… I’ll focus on what is. The ranch is a muddy, sloppy, snowy melting mess. It makes walking around a royal PIA because I keep slipping and falling. Like yesterday when I took the dogs for a walk in the woods and I fell down three times. Yea me. I took pictures… (of the dogs not me falling)

BUT

My camera is on its way to Wichita, a town two hours away with 007 driving it (hey at least it didn’t run away by its self). So no happy doggy photos in the woods. Boo:(

Our foster dog Willie is getting adopted today I hope, that’s my evening appointment. The adopting family only sent a short e-mail so I don’t know if they will show up. I hate meetings like that. It’s hard enough to say good-bye, even harder when you’re not even sure it will happen. I’ll miss him and a part of me won’t. He’s a great dog but he’s also a needy dog. Needy is good if he was “my dog” but he’s a foster so I have to remember not to get to close. I’m not too good at that part.

Fostering is hard, but it’s pretty darn wonderful too. If it’s a good match I’ll never hear from the family or see the dog again or if I do it’ll be only a holiday card. Sometimes this fact shocks me and other times it just seems perfectly normal. What has surprised me is seeing a dog or cat years later and not recognizing them or remembering (on the rare occasion I do get to see them again).

When I started the rescue I was positive that would never happen, names and faces would never blur together. The good news is we’ve helped such a number that it has happened and the bad news is I don’t always remember. A double edge sword of sorts.

Regardless that is what is but at least as of this second I’m not bored. I have a post to upload!

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