Monday. I was supposed to be able to kick back and relax a bit, but with 8 dachshunds and a German Shepherd, that was not to be the case. They kept me on my toes most of the day. At least Greta has decided that sleeping with Mommy and Daddy is a good thing and has stopped waking me up in the middle of the night.
Ah yes. Tuesday. Certainly on Tuesday I would have some time to rest a little. No. I still have those 8 dachshunds and the German Shepherd, and a house full of laundry and a kitchen floor that was calling out my name for a good washing. Plus it was bill paying day.
So like an automated robot I set about cleaning up after the puppies (not to mention feeding them four times during the day), taking them for a walk in the yard twice for 45 minutes each time, and tending to their wash. How can such little dogs poop and wee-wee so much?
I swept and scrubbed the kitchen floor, made lunch and cleaned it all up. Busy. Then it dawned on me. This, all this is what I have wanted all of my life. A house full of dackels, a husband I love and who loves me and being busy doing all the things I used to dream of. (Not the poop, but everything else!)
I’ve put the ad for Curt in Sunday’s statewide paper, and will go tomorrow and place the ad for the local paper. After a week if I hear nothing I will go regional. If people just saw this face:
I think they would just fall in love with him. He is a handsome boy, works well outside and already is following my leads. Wish me luck! And Curt too!
Happy Wednesday Everyone!