It went so fast.
I did do several things on the list, most notably painting the hutch black.
It doesn't look good...it looks fucking awesome.
More on my virtually kid-free weekend later, I have to tell you all something that I can't believe I forgot to tell you.
Yesterday...I found my girl. She's a miniature chocolate dappled Dachshund with one blue eye that was rescued from a puppy mill. And who loved me. Really, really loved me. Not just for what I could feed her or get her or do for her but because I am snuggly and nice.
I named her Evangeline and couldn't believe it when no one else snatched her right up. I checked before I left and she was still there. Waiting for me.
$250 for a spayed, pure bred gorgeous little thing (retail value probably about $1200) for a darling little sweetie that would be my girl. My Evie.
I would wear her in a papoose.
The only thing standing in the way of my only chance for true happiness?
He won't let me have her and says we don't need another dog. OF COURSE we don't need another dog...but it's kind of like getting accidentally pregnant. Sometimes you know when something's just meant to be even if the timing is wrong.
Mr. Ashley's been wrong about this "meant to be" shit before and he even knows it.
Did I mention we've been together TEN YEARS this week? A DECADE. The ten prettiest years of my life.
And he can't even get me a puppy.
P.S. Catfish, I also found a Pomeranian that needs you.