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Day 6 of Solitary Confinement with 6 Dogs
Hubby’s on vacation in Texas
Shrink those to smaller dogs and add two more, and you can see my room mates.
I think the best way to sum up this experience is “No good deed goes unpunished.”
When I moved down here to North Carolina four years ago, I had four dogs. I didn’t need four dogs; three was enough, but when one of the three was diagnosed with cancer and given only months to live, I started looking around for another dog to adopt. Unfortunately, I fell in love with one right away, and then the dog with cancer outlived her prognosis by four years. She died shortly after we moved down here. At least I gave her a longer spring, and her ashes are strewn in the woods that she loved in the back yard.
I halfheartedly looked for a fourth dog for four years, until this past May Sadie wandered into my daughter’s back yard with Jasper. Lee kept Jasper, and I brought Sadie home.
A couple of months later, we discovered we had not rescued one dog: we’d rescued four, as she popped out three adorable puppies.
That made seven dogs, three too many. We found a home for one of the puppies quickly, but the home for the second one didn’t work out, and we got Oscar back the day hubby left for Texas.
