I'm sorry to hear that, Hil. I hope you find the right dog soon!
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Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I just wish that they'd told me at the beginning if this dog needed a home where someone was home all the time. The application I filled out asked for my working hours, and I told them, and then they went and contacted my references and did the home visit and everything anyway.
Yeah, that sucks, Hil. But it's not a judgement on you. Keep at it. You'll get the right dog.
Aw, Hil. That sucks. But what the others said - some dogs do need more interaction during the day, and that's part of what fuels destructivity in doggies. You'll find one, I know.
Sadly, the burlesque show last night was not as awesome as I had hoped. Many people were not on theme, and there was one genuinely awful stand-up routine. Don't quit your night job, musician dude. The opening number was fantastic, though: the birthday girl (omg, she is so hot I can't even stand it, and a fabulous dancer) was dressed as Jareth (well, had the wig and the makeup and then wore a skimpy bikini outfit) and another dancer loosely dressed as Sarah (white sparkly bikini with a tulle tail, ornaments in hair). They did a pole duet to the song that plays during the masked ball.
My friend and neighbor did a fire number while someone dressed as Jareth sang the song that plays during the opening credits. We left before it was over, so maybe someone did "Magic Dance.' I hope so. My night was made by a woman who walked in dressed as the worm. Blue dress, red scarf, blue extension in her hair. "Allo! Come and have a cuppa tea with the missus."
Oh, Hil. I'm sorry. I hope you find the right dog for you soon.
The dog upstairs is one who does not go well with no one home. I hear that poor punkin barking and whining all through the day. When they are home, I rarely hear the dog at all.
My Darcy and Bingley friend lives in the Berkshires.
I totally agree with everyone else. Some dogs deal well with being alone. Some don't.
The foster should have said something about that at the outset, though.
Cagney doesn't like to be left...and sings the song of dismal lament when I leave, but honestly, when I come back, he's in no hurry to come out. He's pretty cozy in there.
You know, the standard for maintaining your parental rights is something along the lines of feeding and clothing your kid and making sure they are supervised and have a place to sleep. I'm not sure I see why the standard for adopting a dog should be higher.
I'm not really sure why both standards aren't higher. I've seen what maintains parental rights and it is, sometimes, awful.
Though the supervised part is key. A pet left alone for long spans isn't supervised. Some pets handle this really well and some don't.
I'm really sorry you didn't find the right dog, Hil. I hope you find a better match soon.
Scrappy,
dang! I thought for SURE you knew my friends and that was going to make me laugh.
Hil,
sorry about that. I agree with others, the right dog will indeed come along.