I can totally understand that. Dogs are most certainly not toys, and they're work. For someone older, that can be very challenging. Especially if you have a younger dog that needs to burn out the energy.Luke wrote:
Not usually.
My parents haven't answered their phone, nor have my Aunt and Uncle, cousins or Sister.
Calling my Grandma doesn't sound like a good idea in my mind. If the dog was taken away, she'll be heart broken and there is no need to twist the knife by asking "How's Smokie?".
My family wanting to make Grandmother happy and get her a companion has clouded their judgement. This is the worst "I told you so" in recent memory. Yes dogs are cute and great company, but they aren't toys. Frustrating.
On a positive note, I'm taking a half day to "cool off" a bit. As I told Noise, I'm overwhelmed and need to do nothing. Maybe a smoke and a brewski or two, but sometimes you need to just sit and think. Take a step back and put things into perspective. Reorganize and rejuvenate. And other things you would read about in Don't Sweat the Small Stuff.
Seems like you have a bit of a stacked deck right now Luke. Between ad revenue, some family stuff, etc. A brew and cigar wouldn't be too bad of an idea.
Smile: Wedding planning is going great. Lots of big things getting taken care of.
Crushed: Gramma's fight with cancer is getting the best of her. Looks like 4-6 weeks without treatment, and 8-12 with. My consistent outlook on this whole ordeal since August has been to continue to appreciate the moments I've had with her, focus on a few more, and make sure she's taken care of. That and reassuring myself that when the time comes, to reflect that these few months shouldn't be how I remember her, rather look back fondly on the countless moments I've had over the years with her. It's helpful that we're occupied with things, but I just wish there was more I could do for her.
Apparently no one here's thought to redact the young man's name.
Weeks after losing my nametag I still don't have it, but then again my mom hasn't gone to check the mail yet (because the post office is so far away, she only checks it once in a while). She goes up to check it on Thursday (her day off), but I work that day so I just hope she gets up there and back before I have to leave for work or else it's another day people seeing my loaner nametag without my actual name on it and thinking of me as "Chris from Orlando, FL" in lieu of "David from Outer Banks, NC".
: I'm going to see if I'm capable of growing a mustache.
