Never, ever get an animal from the Humane Society in Murray, UT. The Man and I wanted to adopt another dog, so we loaded up Dog 1, and some friends, and went to the Humane Society where The Man fell in love with a 7 month old German Shepard. We applied to adopt her, but was denied that privilege because we have two cats, and according to them, she's not good with cats. WHAT NONSENSE IS THIS?!? Bah. The Man was crushed. (I was okay with looking for another dog.) But then the genius of our bringing our friends became apparent. THEY adopted her. They had to lie (why didn't we think of that?), because they already have 2 dogs AND a cat, but they got her for us. We picked her up the next day. Well, our friends did, as we covertly walked around town so the nice, sweet ladies that work at the Humane Society didn't see us and turn into the harpies we all knew they were. I mean really. A 7 month old dog just needs to be trained how to interact properly with cats. Now, if she were 7 years old, different story. But she's just a puppy. She's going to chase ANYTHING that moves. Besides, when we got her home, all she really did was look at them. She's never actually chased them, though she has walked really, really fast after them. She knows better. The other problem? She's really sick. I've never seen a dog with a snotty nose until now. And it's really, really gross. And she has kennel cough. And Dog 1 has gotten it as well. Lovely. But yay for friends that get mad at bureaucracy and government with you, and do what needs to be done to stick it to the man!
Pictures of the new dog to come when I darn well feel like it.
In other happy news, my books for my correspondence course are coming tomorrow. Wait, what correspondence course is this, you ask? I haven't told you? My, I thought I told everyone important. You know how important to me you are, right? Well, I'm taking correspondence courses to (eventually) get my degree as a Master Herbalist. I get my books tomorrow, and my class starts Monday. I'm so freaking excited! I don't know if I will be able to sleep tonight. I was getting a little worried about not having my course materials yet, but the e-mail fairy blessed me with an e-mail from UPS saying that my package from the college had been shipped and should be here tomorrow and here's your tracking number just so that you know how many freaking UPS centers it went through before it got to you. Yay! So you can all come to me (in 2 years) to get tinctures, ointments, and pills for all your aches and pains. Phooey on western medicine!
And some shout outs to The Payson Friends, the wife just had their second boy last week. I'm sure he's a cutie! I wouldn't know, as I was called in to work tonight, the night we were going to meet the little bundle of drool.
And of course, a happy birthday to The Little Brother, who is now a quarter of century old. And getting married in August! You're still sixteen and shorter than me in my world! Get back to class!
"Damn The Man! Save the Empire!"
ReplyDeleteOf course the genius of bringing said Friends was due, in part, to the constant nagging and encouragement from Friends to get Dog 2. Go us!
Suck for Dog 1. I didn't know.