Jobs and dogs
I've had a good couple of months. I've been applying for lots of jobs... Mostly retail, but cool kinds of retail. Waiting to hear back from World Market. Interviewing with Restoration Hardware (which isn't actually a hardware store) tomorrow. I subbed for middle school English classes for one day. I went in to talk to some high school finance students about being a vet (which I am not) and working with animals in general. It was fun.
I went to a wedding. It was beautiful, but cold and rainy (everything was outside). I helped at a camp event. I went to the Pirate Festival.
My shoulder's been hurting horribly for the past couple weeks. Bad enough to take a pain killer now and then, which is pretty extreme for me. I don't know what I did to it.
I dog-sat for two friends, and discovered the joy of Netflix. Dr. Who and Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog were the favorites by far.
I crept around Borders a lot, and got a LOT of books and a few DVDs.
I went out to the barn to feed horses last week, and there was a little white dog running around. He's probably a Chihuahua/Shiba Inu mix, cream-colored, and about a year and a half old. He was trying to eat grain, and racing in circles by the horses. I called my mom and promised to take him to the Humane Society in the morning, and brought him home. He's well-behaved, mostly obedient, loves everyone, and gets along with other animals. And he's housebroken and neutered. The rangers said he'd been running around for a few days already. So I put out a few found ads on craigslist and the animal shelter networks, and word of mouth. I had him scanned for a microchip (there is none). If no one claims him by the middle of this week, I'm definitely keeping him. He's exactly my ideal dog. My dad loves him, my mom likes him, after some initial panic he's quickly becoming Buddy the rabbit's best friend, and... he'd like to be friends with the cats, but they either run away or growl and hiss at him. And he's perfectly healthy, as far as I can tell (I'll take him to the vet later this week). What I don't understand is how someone could spend so much time training, socializing, and teaching a dog to be a good, polite member of a household, then just... get rid of it. Or lose it, but a lot of animals get dumped near camp. And he's SUPER cute. He plays fetch, he learns quickly... He's just the perfect pet, really. It's baffling.
I'm trying to think of a good name for him. Any ideas? I'm thinking "Waffle" at the moment.
I went to a wedding. It was beautiful, but cold and rainy (everything was outside). I helped at a camp event. I went to the Pirate Festival.
My shoulder's been hurting horribly for the past couple weeks. Bad enough to take a pain killer now and then, which is pretty extreme for me. I don't know what I did to it.
I dog-sat for two friends, and discovered the joy of Netflix. Dr. Who and Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog were the favorites by far.
I crept around Borders a lot, and got a LOT of books and a few DVDs.
I went out to the barn to feed horses last week, and there was a little white dog running around. He's probably a Chihuahua/Shiba Inu mix, cream-colored, and about a year and a half old. He was trying to eat grain, and racing in circles by the horses. I called my mom and promised to take him to the Humane Society in the morning, and brought him home. He's well-behaved, mostly obedient, loves everyone, and gets along with other animals. And he's housebroken and neutered. The rangers said he'd been running around for a few days already. So I put out a few found ads on craigslist and the animal shelter networks, and word of mouth. I had him scanned for a microchip (there is none). If no one claims him by the middle of this week, I'm definitely keeping him. He's exactly my ideal dog. My dad loves him, my mom likes him, after some initial panic he's quickly becoming Buddy the rabbit's best friend, and... he'd like to be friends with the cats, but they either run away or growl and hiss at him. And he's perfectly healthy, as far as I can tell (I'll take him to the vet later this week). What I don't understand is how someone could spend so much time training, socializing, and teaching a dog to be a good, polite member of a household, then just... get rid of it. Or lose it, but a lot of animals get dumped near camp. And he's SUPER cute. He plays fetch, he learns quickly... He's just the perfect pet, really. It's baffling.
I'm trying to think of a good name for him. Any ideas? I'm thinking "Waffle" at the moment.