So if we do adopt #3, what does this do to past, present, future baby dreams? I honestly don’t know, which is why I’ve avoided the topic. Exactly why do I want this dog? Not sure of that, either. I don’t know the current owner well, but I don’t think she’s the type to say “Ehh, no one wants you, doggie, go fly a kite.” She’s not hurting the dog in any way. So why do we want him?
I really have no good answer. Today’s meet n’ greet was a bust, but we’ve rescheduled for Saturday at 11 AM. People do all kinds of crazy things for reasons they can’t name – get married, have babies, buy houses, commit adultery. I know that’s not Julie’s point when she commented to my previous post, but it’s all I have.
Gene said to me tonight, do you want another dog or do you want a baby? Maybe adopting #3 is a way of skirting around my apathy towards the whole baby thing of late. (Frankly, if the temp who is no longer a temp can raise 4 kids, it shouldn’t be as difficult for me to raise 3 dogs, 1 preteen and 1 child at our house. She says naively). I can handle dogs, I don’t know about live humans, and maybe it’s the devil you know above the devil you don’t.
In happier news, I have an interview tomorrow at 1. I work until 12. I have PT tomorrow morning until around 9:30. I have a doctor’s appointment at 4. I don’t know why I tell you this except that I think it makes me feel less overwhelmed. I’m more of the “I have to go to the ATM AND the library?? In one day??” type. As it is, I’m facing multiple costume changes in one day. PT clothes = shorts and t-shirt, suitable for going to the gym. Work = something and jeans, but I may go business casual so I don’t have to change clothes again before the interview and the doctor’s appointment.
I don’t know why I told you that, either. Frankly I’d rather cut out of work at 12 and go read my crappy chick lit book, “Mine are Fabulous!” or something like that.