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So, somewhere in the last two weeks I started working 6 day, 50 hour weeks and didn't even notice. I completely forgot what it's like to actually love a job. I've essentially have set about to fix everything that I knew was wrong in the department, but couldn't do anything about over the last three years. That includes trimming a tonne of dead weight out of the staffing, rewriting a bunch of policy, and generally being awesome.
I'm looking into pet-therapy training classes for Dobby. I don't think he's quite calmed down enough yet (in his defense, he's not even 10 months old) but maybe by a year and a half or two years, I could see him doing it. I remember how much the residents at Trilogy used to love it when the pet therapy dogs would come in, and I think he has the right temperament/love of people to do it. Plus he's still super fucking cute, which works to his favour. It's official, I'm totally a dog person. I want a pack of dogs. Seriously, like, 2 or 3 hounds, a lab, an english bulldog, maybe even a husky. All that being said, I think I'm going to have to wait until I no longer live in a one bedroom, 4th floor walkup to make this a reality.
I'm looking into pet-therapy training classes for Dobby. I don't think he's quite calmed down enough yet (in his defense, he's not even 10 months old) but maybe by a year and a half or two years, I could see him doing it. I remember how much the residents at Trilogy used to love it when the pet therapy dogs would come in, and I think he has the right temperament/love of people to do it. Plus he's still super fucking cute, which works to his favour. It's official, I'm totally a dog person. I want a pack of dogs. Seriously, like, 2 or 3 hounds, a lab, an english bulldog, maybe even a husky. All that being said, I think I'm going to have to wait until I no longer live in a one bedroom, 4th floor walkup to make this a reality.