A Quiet Time and a Forever Home

It's a quiet time at our house right now. That's working for me, because I've really not been feeling well. I've pretty much come home from work, fed the dogs, and gone to bed. Thankfully, I'm feeling a bit better. And even though I've been sleeping my spare time away, it hasn't stopped life from going forward.  The Eastern Phoebes have been back for more than a week, and they've wasted no time building a nest above the garage door. 

Meanwhile, Todd and Max had their spring haircuts last week.

~On our way home Todd is my co-pilot~

While they were getting their spa treatment, I spent a really nice day in Winchester, Virginia treating myself to lunch and window-shopping. 

~Window shopping~

And last Sunday, I took Shelby and Jack to meet a couple that were interested in adopting them. They are retired and like everyone, they're home almost all the time, and they have 3 acres that is beautifully landscaped and fenced in for the dogs. The meeting went really well, and I enjoyed our visit, and I know Jack and Shelby were very comfortable there. They were eager to adopt them both, but I gave them a few days to think about it anyway. 

~At the home of Wendy & Denis~

Fast forward to today, and Jack and Shelby are now at home with "Wendy and Denis." It was a rough start when Wendy fell over Jack when we got there this morning. But no worse for wear (thankfully) the signing of the adoption contracts and the rest of the visit was uneventful. 

~Photos I used to "advertise" Jack and Shelby for adoption~

However, I do have to confess that I stole something from Wendy and Denis ..... Jack was chewing on an old tennis ball, and when I mentioned about his tearing it up, neither Wendy or Denis seemed concerned about it. But because I have made a career out of worrying about things like intestinal-blockages and choking, and not wanting Jack to maybe get the ball after I'd gone, I took it from him and slipped it into my jacket pocket. It goes without saying that of course I never take things that don't belong to me, but in that moment, I really just felt like it was something I needed to do to make sure Jack was safe. There's a part of me that feels guilty for taking it, but another small part of me that doesn't. Maybe I'll send them a new can of tennis balls as restitution for my crime. A picture of the ball is below - Can you see why I was worried about Jack's having it?

~The stolen tennis ball~

Back at home, its been another relatively quiet day. For the first time in what I'm sure is at least 10 years, we do not have a foster dog or cat. I know there are not as many dogs coming into rescues right now. But I still have a small worry that Lab Rescue may not ask us to foster for them because of what happened with Buddy. So all I can do is wait to see what or who comes next. And whatever or whenever that comes, I know Todd will be ready. And so will I.