Click images for desktop size: "Calatras Forest" by Shifted Reality Woke up feeling rough and then managed to make it worse.
We went out, my housemates and I, to have some food and run a couple of minor errands. We went to a restaurant where I knew I couldn't eat anything. I had coffee and toast
I liked it. I liked it enough that I thought I try a biscuit - the waitress had brought a basket of them to the table. I took one bite and said aloud, "I'd better not eat this, it'll make me sick."
Then while listening to the conversation I realized I'd eaten the whole biscuit. No butter or anything, just a plain biscuit.
Powerful biscuit. Laid me low. Put me down for the count.
I wasn't so tough now.

So after feeling like death I got the email about the puppies. One has already found it's new home in Chicago. Next week the perfect one will be coming to me.
I'm still jealous that these Chicago people are getting that extra week of good puppy lovin'!
But it will be good.
The breeder is bringing about 3 other dogs with her, to help my little child of trauma make an easier transition. I'm in full elk rut thinking about having those fur balls careening about.
I still felt sick but happy through it.
Tried to calm the torture down by reading the book on animal behaviorism. Nothing new in it but it helped to remind me of a couple of things and made me rethink my position on a couple of others.
Looked on-line at supplies and tried to make rational decisions while wracked with pain and glee. Who cares. It all makes sense when the puppy comes.
Then there was a moment of excitement.
The skies opened and rain bucketed down.
It was bright and sunshiny. It was a deluge washing clay and dirt into the storm drains.
Lightening was striking the ground and jetting across the sky. The thunder made the ground shake.
I liked it plenty and it took my mind off of everything else.
Then it ended and the world came back.

Click images for desktop size: "Rousse" Tomorrow I have to get a crate for housebreaking purposes. I hope I can move. Dr J called me and she got angry at me for going to the restaurant and absent mindedly eating something I'd identified as really bad for me.
Good Ol' Dog has some sort of sore on her face. She's been scratching it and worrying it so now it's a BIG sore on her face. It ruins her looks!
Tomorrow she's coming to work with me. (YAY!) We'll pick up one of the cone collars and then she has to stay with me.
I'm not going to pay her though.

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