I was sorting through my pictures last night and trying to organize and get rid of some, and I happened upon this curious picture. It took me a minute to remember the circumstances of my having this particular dog at my house, but then I remembered that I had volunteered (in a weak moment, at the urging of Elise probably) to temporarily board Katrina-displaced pets. It turned out that no one ever called, but then the next spring I got a call from the Columbus animal shelter asking if I could keep a puppy for a few weeks. Thinking it would be a fun thing for Darby to have another puppy to play with I agreed. The lady told me it was an Australian shepherd which I agreed to, but this is what greeted me. Bucky. This "puppy" was 4 months old and wanted to be a lap dog. He completely overwhelmed Darby, the hyper dog, which is saying a lot. He destroyed (playfully) everything he came into contact with and would not let Darby near us when he was around and and ate all her food. Needless to say, it was not a fun few days.
Unfortunately, he started to get listless and stopped eating - VERY unusual - and just wanted to sleep - more unusual. I took him back to the shelter where they diagnosed him as having parvovirus, a pretty serious disease. Thanks a lot for bringing that to us. It was sad to see him so sick, but there's no way I could have handled a dog like that for another day. Chair cushions all over the yard. Flowers trampled and eaten. A ton of food eaten a day.
It made Darby look like a little angel, and at that point she was chewing wicker rocking chair legs and biting heads off daisies.
I registered for Facebook reluctantly, but I have to admit I'm enjoying it. Well not exactly Facebook itself because I don't use it that much, but for helping me find some old friends. I've been looking for Molly for 10 years at least and finally found her. We worked together in Atlanta when we first start doing transcription and had so much fun on those middle-of-the-night breaks. She was pregnant then, and that little girl she had is now starting to high school. We're just now finding out about each other - privately, of course. More about these sweet girls later.
I had found Rita earlier; in fact, we now work for the same company again, but it's nice to see all their pictures and hear about their lives again on Facebook. When Rita talks about her "critters," I now can see what she's talking about. I really didn't expect to see this though.
Now I really have to work.