I stagger outside into the brisk, foggy morning air, hose myself down with bug spray, stretch every muscle in my legs, and take off into a running pace across the asphalt. As soon as I get up to speed, I hear something behind me, running, and getting closer very quickly. In a brief panic I spin my head around, still running forward, to find a beautiful, reddish brown hound dog clumsily thumping his large awkward paws on the ground, determined to catch up to me.
Someone dropped this dog off on our road at some point yesterday, and it showed up at the house without any collar or indication of the previous/current owner. It is a very friendly dog, not quite 2 years old yet, and still in that young hyperactive stage so it doesn't listen and must explore everything it sees.
After I tuckered him out from running with me, we decided to take him to the vet and make sure he was healthy and basically adoptable if we had to come to that point. That was fun - lifting a 65 lb dog into the back of the Ford Explorer, who is confused and excited and um... huge. We put an old collar on him so we could use a leash, otherwise it would have been a hopeless attempt in controlling him.
He leaped from the back, over the seats, to the front, and back again, the entire drive down. He nearly strangled himself in the seat belt numerous times. I was then in charge of holding on to him at the vet. *rolls eyes* I definitely wore out my arm muscles trying to pull him back from attacking everyone.
From what I've witnessed too many times around here, there are a lot of animals discovered abandoned along the sides of the road or cast into the woods. One person who came in the shop found kittens in a tupperware container a few weeks ago... tupperware!!?? Sounds like a sick advertisement for the more dignified disposal of unwanted pets. Awful.
I think now it's a matter of "wait-and-see" as far as whether we will take on responsibility for the dog or try to find a home for it. Right now I feel like a whiny little kid - "I want to keep iiiiiiit" - because damn it... I love that dog.
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...I'm with you. Keep the dog. Dogs are good.
And hang in there. I know the parent thing is a pain in the ass, but it will, eventually, sink in that you've got your own life under control. ...eventually.
And, well, if no one's letting you pay for anything, that just means you can save up, and savings can buy you a couple of months of living on your own (in peace) later while you do the job-hunt thing.
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