Where have I been?

I'm not sure why, but I have been going through a period of avoiding my computer.  (Maybe because Sarah was using it?) So, I decided today to write a little bit about the last few weeks.

George is doing really well!  We have had two little accidents and two marking instances-not bad for three weeks.  The vet thinks the marking will stop once he is neutered, and that will happen in the next month.  His coat is starting to shine a bit from the wet food, and he's listening much better.  He's a lot of fun to have around and I'm definitely walking more since he's come into our lives.

Progress continues on the blue room.  Today I organized space in the yellow room for blue room transfers; then emptied the bookcase of my craft books.  Tomorrow I'll pack up the stuff on the top of the bookcase and then move the bookcase out.  It's a very cool bookcase that used to be in my uncle's medical office-two little drawers at the bottom, and double glass doors on the front.  It stands about five feet high, and it's probably older than I am.  Lou spent time going through the VHS tapes deciding what needed donating, what was garbage and what we would keep.  We took about an hour and a half and made good progress.  I still think we can meet my goal of finishing the room by the end of September, but I may be optimistic....

Work goes well and I will be assuming some interim duties while interviews for a new senior accountant are conducted.  It should be fun, it's always nice to learn new things whether at work or at play.

Sarah got me involved in this daily diary site online, I was really good for about a week, and then realized that I'm basically writing the same, really boring things day after day.... I think I'm probably unsubscribe pretty soon.

Oh-George is here to play, so I've got to go.

To the rescue

I guess there are just times "you can't say no".  Though we have been talking about greyhound rescue for a while now in terms of getting a dog back into our lives and home, we really had decided to wait a while we got the house in some order.  

Well, that idea flew out the window this week.  A friend at work heard of a yorkie puppy that was in a bad situation-mainly he was being fed and brushed occasionally, but not played with or really groomed.  So she asked if we would be willing to take him.  I really hadn't wanted a dog that little, but once I saw his picture, I knew we had to save him.  I mean, look at this cutie pie, even when you consider that he's been shaved in the recent past, and the hair that has grown back in was matted in numerous places.  So, today my friend picked him up and I met her to get him.  Part of the sadness is that the two adults in his short life (8 months) have always called him by two different names:  Taco and Dutch.  Being English, we decided "George" was a good name for him.  So, we are in the process of getting him to realize his new name.


He's had a bath, and I cut the worst matted hair off.  Tomorrow morning we'll go to the vet for a well-puppy check up.  Tonight, Sarah is going out with her friend Sara to buy the essentials for tonight:  a harness, new leash and bed.  He already knows "sit" and will go to the door when he wants to go out.  He has Sarah wrapped around his little paw already.