Happy Friday!
I am tired, This getting up at 3-330 am to fetch my son needs to stop, hopefully soon.
Not a bad morning at the park, although it was very foggy when I got there. I was the last one there since I went back to bed this morning and slept in a bit. It was quiet though, and Echo played quite a bit more than usual. Shy little Ginger isn’t so shy anymore.
My son is upset, and I’m kind of … not prepared.
If y’all remember I was supposed to take Cerby, NIece2’s dog that was living at my mother’s house. He was out of control. Before I could get him, Niece1 took him.
It’s not going well for them; he is just too much dog for them. Niece2’s husband irks long hours, and Niece2 is always at my mother’s house helping to clean it out. I know they took him to the vet and he was put on Prozac?, I think.
I think if he is with us and goes to the park every morning, he will burn up a lot of energy and will be better socialized and a better dog. All of them know that when they do stuff with him, especially taking him out and about, he is a better dog. He was also always better after I took my two down for a visit and he had somebody to play with.
There are some good playful dogs at the park now.
Why in the HELL, my sister thought that an Australian Shepherd was a good fit for Niece2 family? I have no idea. I would have suggested a Bichon or a Welsh terrier. Something medium sized with good energy, not something so frenetic.
My son is not too keen on the idea of a third dog. I am happy to take him except we are not prepared. There is still a low spot in the fence he could jump, and the house is still a bit of a mess.
They want me to take him Sunday when I go down to get other stuff.
I need to put my dogs in daycare Moonday so we can go to the MVA. I won’t be able to put him in that quickly I don’t think, and I don’t know about leaving him home alone just after getting him. He is crate trained, so that might work. Somebody will have to go outside to guard the low part of the fence. Niece1’s husband says he can come out and fix it one weekend.
I’m still using the walker, I’ll have to switch to the cane or trekking sticks, I guess. The walker takes up too much room in the back seat.
Well, I have today and tomorrow to figure it out.
Ah well, my life is already in shambles, what’s one more thing to deal with?
Life would be a lot easier if either I or my son could quit irk. Irk really gets in the way.
Most impressive dog I ever saw was a Chow/Rottie. Put a Chow head on a Rottie body and give it a dark red shiny coat. The dog looked regal, and scary.
This is going to be a busy weekend, I guess.
Tomorrow is grocery shopping and cleaning the house.
Sunday is to the armpit, and that is the day I am going to use the heavy duty drain cleaner since the directions say not to use water for a while.
Moonday is to the MVA, and I want to do a bunch of cooking so I have heat and eat meals in the fridge. We have been eating way too much junk food.
Somewhere in that mess, I need to finish my taxes.