I found out
yesterday that with my
There is still quite
a bit to consider. I've put the thought
of doing a year or two in Vietnam to the side.
Fergus McDogg being the main consideration. He's 12, closer to 13 and there's no way in
hell that he could make that trip. His
health is OK, but the thought of him being in the hold of an airplane for close
to 24 hours (at 26 lbs he probably wouldn't be allowed in the cabin.) Someone said that I should just leave him
here, either with my daughter and grandson (who already have 3 dogs and 2
cats) or consider putting him to sleep--which is absolutely not an
option. Gaaaaa … I never will
understand people who think that animals are just like purses or shoes that can
be discarded when they're no longer useful.
He's been my constant companion ever since I adopted him from the
shelter 10 years ago … a scared, sickly,
underweight, little pup. I won't leave him, and if for whatever reason he
can't go, then I'll stay.
As I walked around
the apartment tonight, I was mentally packing and discarding. Leave the novels … take the non-fiction.
Leave the cloth … take the yarn, but not all of it. Leave the furniture … take
the linens. It was starting to sound
like something out of The Godfather.
It was a good laugh …
* All that is needed is a bachelors degree ... I'm still going to finish the masters, but it's nice to know.
It was a good laugh …
* All that is needed is a bachelors degree ... I'm still going to finish the masters, but it's nice to know.
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