I wake up at 6:30am. Don’t know if it’s habit, excitement, nervousness – but more than likely a combination of the three.
Thanks to sWitch, I make myself some coffee – some good coffee, not the instant I’ve been subsisting on for the past months, left over from who knows when, but due to the brand of the French Press she gave me I can’t help but have the theme from “The Pink Panther” run through my head every time I use it.
BodumBodum, Bodum, BodumBodumBodum Bodum Boduuuuuuuummm…BodaBodaBodum. Sometimes I sing along with my head, and it helps it go away…
A couple years ago when I was living at Maitri, I made a commitment to myself to, if I lived, get another dog, and today, after all of that time preparing, after a few months of searching as many rescue shelters I could possibly find on the interwebs, looking at photos, different breeds that I felt would fit me, and after many times of thinking I had found the perfect one only to discover that they had already been adopted, were in fucking Taiwan waiting to come to America, or had a behavioral tick that the shelter or foster home felt made them unlikely for a good fit in an apartment (regardless of explaining that Bean was quite far from the perfect pup right from the start, but being adopted myself I took the time, found the patience, and offered the love she needed instead of taking her back to the pound)… today I go and meet what could very well become my new companion.
My new girl.
So many hoops I had to jump through just to get permission to have a dog in this apartment, but… but Gods, I found a way to do it.
There are still only a couple things I need to do – find someone who would be willing to care for her in the slight chance I end up in the hospital again, and hide her, probably here, until I’m able to get the necessary paperwork saying she has had her shots & the info for the emergency caretaker to the actual leaseholder of the apartment tomorrow morning – but it’s a two hour drive to go meet her, and if we get along with each other, I’ll be damned if I’m only coming back with vaccination paperwork just to turn around tomorrow and make the same drive there and back.
If she’s the one for me, I’m coming back with her.
I just *may* have a new dog in a few hours…
And she just may have me.
I’ll tell ya one thing, though. Her name sure as hell isn’t going to remain “Daisy” – and if she *is* meant to be mine,
she’ll most likely be grateful.
Happy Father’s Day to Me.(?)