You may have already guessed: famous last words.
Adam sent me a picture a couple of weeks ago of a cute, cute, cute puppy in the liquor store. Customers bring their dogs in sometimes. "Who does that cutie belong to?" I asked.
"Don't know." Don't know. Uh oh.
"What are you doing with him?" I asked.
"Playing, mostly."
Not good. Not good, not good, not good.
I have looked for an owner, I have tried to find a new home. I don't know if we'll find that home for him, but for now, he is here. After coming to us, he threw up 2 corn cobs and had to have surgery to remove a third that was lodged in his small intestines. On Christmas Eve. So now that we have spent some serious time worrying over him, it'll have to be a pretty damned perfect home. He's a good boy, but I am spending yet another winter break wrangling dogs. :\
That said, hopefully you will be seeing us tackle some of the list.
- Refinish the floors. Again. (One, then two, then three, then two, then three, then four dogs will wreak havoc on pine floors)
- Put down new flooring in the kitchen
- New kitchen cabinet doors
- Wrap up the painting, in and out
- Seed the yard
- Patch a hole in the ceiling
Here's hoping. There may be some other somewhat unrelated projects in the works. Just have to see how everything goes...
2 comments:
I'll bet that holiday surgery set you back a mint. It's wonderful that you were willing and able to save the dog's life.
It was not cheap... but when they got him opened up, they were able to manipulate the corn cob the rest of the way through his digestive tract, so they never had to cut into his intestines. So it was cheaper than expected... Still, it was surgery at the e-vet, which is never cheap. :\
He's a pretty amazing dog. He's hard to say "no" to.
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