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July 29, 2008
Strike That
I think that I may not be getting a new dog after all. Marie had the very good notion that she and I and people like us tend to get to a good, manageable point in our lives and then decide to test ourselves by adding more. When she brought up that idea, I immediately recognized it to be the truth. I'm open like that. And she's right like that.
I still have plans to meet with the rescue lady today and maybe talk to her about the idea of fostering a dog rather than adopting one. That might be more my steez at this particular juncture. I mean, I woke up at 6 a.m. today to work for one client (unheard of), am at the office of another right now and don't even have time to go to the gym or see my boyfriend or even take the afternoon constitutional I so covet. Another dog just might not be in these cards.
Posted by Bree at July 29, 2008 11:12 AM