Sometimes I feel like a nut

As you can see, I’m “rearranging the furniture” again, partly to avoid thinking about the ramifications of the phone conversation I just had.

I finally got up the nerve Monday to send an application to one of the local animal rescue groups that doesn’t require three references and my first-born son before allowing me to adopt a homeless dog, and they just called.

OMG, what have I done. Breathing into paper bag to avoid hyperventilating. Figuratively speaking.

We had a long chat about the dog I inquired about and I was not summarily rejected or told I was a bad person or a hopeless case or anything else. (I know, I know. But I just don’t handle rejection very well anymore. Not sure I ever did.) It sounds like the dog and I might be the good match I thought we’d be, so she’s bringing him here next Wednesday so we can all eyeball each other and my surroundings.

He’s got some issues (don’t we all?). Very shy and quiet, a bit fearful (sound familiar?). Had a really rotten start in life in Mississippi before being rescued and brought to Colorado (the next best thing to dog heaven, as nearly as I can tell). His name is Itamar, for reasons as yet unknown, and I have every intention of changing that to something shorter. We’ll just have to wait and see.

There are some pictures, but somehow I feel I’d be jinxing everything if I post them right now. If things work out, I’ll post them along with the details of his rescue.

After the call, I kept my wits about me long enough to call a trash guy to come out tomorrow and clear some scrap lumber away from my back fence. Currently it’s stacked almost like stairsteps right to the top.

But now I’m babbling because I don’t want to think about all the little odds and ends I have to take care of before Itamar gets here, knowing the effort may be wasted. There’s stuff I know I’ll need, but don’t want to buy if he’s not going to stay. But if he does stay, I’ll need it right away. And there’s all that stuff I wrote about before …

Anyway, that’s what’s going on with me at the moment.

My cat’s going to hate me …

I’ll need to take him to the vet right away …

I forgot to ask how well he rides in the car …

My son will think I’ve lost my mind …

One comment

  1. Kick ass! Hey, and today- errr, well technically yesterday 3/25 was your first visit? How’d it go? I’m dying to know! Love ya PT, and so happy for you too!
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    The visit went well and there will be no problems if I want one of their dogs. Itamar just didn’t strike me as the one, however. He perked up a lot when a second pup was brought in, but I’m only wanting one. So for now, I’m just contemplating … (The second pup looked mostly black lab and was totally goofy cute — but not yet housebroken)

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