In a cruel twist of fate, Evie has been adopted.
I was really frustrated when I found out because I really truly felt like it was meant to be with her.
I've been saying for a long time now that we shouldn't be a 2 dog family, and that one day I would like to just own 1 retired racing greyhound because I love the gratefulness of a rescued dog, but when I met her that day, matching the exact physical description of the type of dog I love PLUS having the need to be loved, having suffered a lack of it, I just felt like this was it.
Like I said, how sometimes people get pregnant on accident and even though you weren't planning it and you know it's not ideal, that it's just right.
But I guess it was just not right.
You know that song, "When I get knocked down, I get up again, blobbity blobbity blah"? That's the sort of week I'm having. One of those "when it rains it pours" sort of things. I won't bore you with the details, but some of it really sucks and is terrible timing.
I will admit that when I went to double check and make sure Evie really wasn't on the website anymore, I accidentally started looking at rebound puppies.
I've always done that with men too, it really is the best way. You just need something to fill the space and position until you get your bearings back.
I even found a couple (puppies, not men) and made Mr. Ashley call on them. One was perfect but $550.
Then the next morning there was a litter in the paper and the one left was exactly what I wanted (double dappled mini dachshund boy with one blue eye) and a more reasonable $325, but I looked around objectively and realized this was wrong.
Just like the rebound boyfriend, it would feel great at first, but when the reality of a new set of problems set in, I'd realize that it was a mistake and the timing was bad.
My plan is to have the garage sale Saturday (ugh) and use some of the proceeds to pay someone to come and do spring cleaning. I deserve it. It will be a new beginning, Chore Whore can just shut the hell up for a while and someone else can deal with the aftermath and then we will just maintain from there.
That's just the plan though, so there's no saying it will happen that way. It's a darn good plan though, if I do say so myself.
Then theoretically, life will magically fall into place and eventually I will meet a dog and it won't have to be the rebound dog and will hopefully enter our home once it's already a happier place.
These are the three that made me melt the most. I highly recommend www.petfinder.com if you're looking for a furry friend. I'm going to try to stay away from there though because with puppies as cute as this, it could be dangerous.
By the way, no one adopt these puppies if you see them on there. I will be pissed at you. I don't know why and they do deserve a good home, but I prefer they wait a bit. That first one is the one I want the most (if I were dog shopping and if I did have money). I would name him Murphy.
Holy shit they're cute. Why do puppies have to be so cute?
