Adopting Dogs Is Harder Than It Seems

So the animals shelter just called and said that my giant German Shepherd puppy Reagan (his shelter name is Andrew) is all covered in snot and more than likely has an upper respiratory infection, basically the flu, and they cannot sterilize him while he is so sick. SO they are now sending me back my money and UN ADOPTING him (!!!) without any options. I was like "Uhhh what?"

He is now going into isolation (this makes me very upset) for 10 to 11 days and even then they may not go ahead and sterilize him, so I'm sure that would tack on a few more days. There is no guarantee that we will get him once he is well because they are simply going to put him back up for adoption and we cannot have our name on him but the chick said for us to just keep calling and check up on him. Yah, sure, I will just remain painfully attached and become even more crushed when he is snatched up by some idiot that plans to make this bear of a dog an apartment animal. Jerk.

So then I start crying on the phone, mainly because I am that dumb, and called Charlie. Yes, it's sad that he can't come home and that now he is no longer ours. My insane mind imagines that he was sitting there like "Wait, those guys played with me for an hour straight. They took me into a room to fix me so I could go home to that place where they promised I could chase cats and dogs. WTF man?" Crud-now I'm crying again.

First thing Char asks:"Well do you want to go get your chocolate puppy" Arg arg arg. I think he feels bad that we didn't get her-my heart broke over her. She was the 1st shelter puppy I saw and played with and my heart hurts for her. So I start crying again BECAUSE I kept thinking "gosh, this shepherd is so big and that makes me nervous. Did I make a mistake? That poor choc. lab in the shelter might have been better. This dog is so stinkin huge and what if he eats the cat and omg what was I thinking. The shelter said if something goes wrong they will call me and how great would it be if something naturally happens and gets me out of this situation that I am now doubting.

DO YOU SEE THAT?? I ACTIVELY wished for him to be sick so I could back out just because I was nervous!!! And then THEY CALLED and said something was wrong, we are giving you your money back and TA-DA, you just got a get-out-of-jail-free card! There ya go-second chance to change your mind and devastate another dog's life!

I cannot explain to you the turmoil I am experiencing.

I am going straight to doggie hell.

Namaste?

So this picture took a full 7 minutes and all of my shame. In an attempt to capture such a serene moment in the park, I huffed, puffed and engaged in a fussy power struggle with a dog. And he enjoyed every moment by tactily ignoring my commands.

Thanks Zena!

So I'm obviously bored these days, what with my summers being free and all, and my friend Zena suggested that I create a blog on my entertaining happenings (but I'm pretty sure she was just trying to find a polite way of telling me to stop emailing her pictures of my dog in odd predicaments).

Regardless, I have free time and my babies Odin and Zinadine seem to fill up my day and sadly, most of my conversations. As life continues and things change, I'm sure I will forget these hilarious things that they do, so documenting and saving them in one area seems genuis. Hopefully I will find more interest blogging rather than focusing all my attention on The Real Housewives of New Jersey...