Well it looks like I will soon be a dog owner. I have now officially rescued the little dog. She is currently on a ranch with the Humane Society people. She has been to the vet and had a check up, shots and was spade. She is not pregnant. She has had pups in the recent past. I never saw or heard any puppies. I shudder to think what may have happened to them. They also gave her a bath. What I thought was caked mud is sap, from that tree she lived under. The sap will not come out of her coat. It will have to wear off. Humane Society people say she is indeed house trained. (Mark is relieved.) She will walk on a leash but attempts to tow you along. She gets along with the other dogs. All in all, "A great little dog," says the dog walker. I wanted to call her Mollie. The Humane Society people are calling her Mollie Bea. I am touched.
Mark is less than thrilled, but resigned. "I knew the moment you started feeling sorry for that dog we would eventually own her." I was never that sure. I am grateful to God for how it all worked out. (Rest assured I am not a criminal.) I am not sure what we are going to do with her. We have two sides of a fence, not four. But with winter coming on I don't have to worry too much. For the frozen season she will be an inside dog who goes for walks. She can stay where she is until we move in. H.S. people say she smiles all the time.
Can you believe it? I will have a new dog and a new house in the same month. I am kind of shell shocked. The cats hate me already. Whomper Dinky will, I think, get along with Mollie Bea. Rocket Socks will sit on top of things and stare at me reproachfully. October promises to be an interesting month.
I am going to start painting kitchen cabinets this eve. The job is awful but I will not gripe, the cabinets are MINE.
Take care of yourselves. Love Bea