the Puppybundle
I just saw Astrid again and she snuggled with me lots more. She still seemed a little non-Astrid-like but I felt so much better about it today. Maybe the fact that I have visited two days in a row is helping her know she has not been abandoned, or maybe she is feeling better generally. They took her away before I could call Bill (I have decided that she will heal better if she can at least hear his voice on the phone, which may be stupid but I don't care), but altogether she seemed much more relaxed. She also ate some dinner right after they took her back. (Apparently they had not been saying, "Are you a hungry pup? Do you want some puppy supper?" I suggested that today and it worked! Though it is a bit embarrassing to let strangers in on your silly dog talk. I did not tell them that if she gets cold, they have to ask her if she is a pup-sicle. That would be just plain silly.)
The wonderful vet, who was a lady-vet about my age,* sat very patiently and answered all of my neurotic questions, said that as soon as I learn to help her go to the bathroom, she can come home. She predicted Thursday (which is good because I have inservice that day and can leave early if necessary). But I am not very good at finding her bladder yet, so I have to come in and practice tomorrow.
I am again so grateful to have so many supportive friends and family giving me encouragement. It has made all the difference. Guess what? I love you!
Unrelated: Student Teacher Randy has opened up a little and is doing a great job, which is helping to ease my anxiety about letting him teach the Children. Today he made two sarcastic rejoinders in a row to seventh period and one kid said, "Uh oh, he's been Floydenized!" This made me smile--both for the made-up word and the sarcasm. Spreading sarcasm throughout the world is heartwarming, you know?
*Somehow talking to a female person who is my age makes any experience, but particularly an experience in which I have to discuss my feelings and might cry, so much easier.
The wonderful vet, who was a lady-vet about my age,* sat very patiently and answered all of my neurotic questions, said that as soon as I learn to help her go to the bathroom, she can come home. She predicted Thursday (which is good because I have inservice that day and can leave early if necessary). But I am not very good at finding her bladder yet, so I have to come in and practice tomorrow.
I am again so grateful to have so many supportive friends and family giving me encouragement. It has made all the difference. Guess what? I love you!
Unrelated: Student Teacher Randy has opened up a little and is doing a great job, which is helping to ease my anxiety about letting him teach the Children. Today he made two sarcastic rejoinders in a row to seventh period and one kid said, "Uh oh, he's been Floydenized!" This made me smile--both for the made-up word and the sarcasm. Spreading sarcasm throughout the world is heartwarming, you know?
*Somehow talking to a female person who is my age makes any experience, but particularly an experience in which I have to discuss my feelings and might cry, so much easier.