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Is it Still Saturday?
I feel as if I've been beaten up. The alarm went off at 9:30am this morning because I don't get up until 10:00 unless forced to.
I had to be at Petsmart by 10:30 for the Quixote Humane adoption clinic. The last time I volunteered, there were a load of helpers there. This month, there were only three of us there to watch all the rescues. We got a prime spot by the front door for the twelve little ones up for adoption. There are over seventy in foster homes, but we can't possibly tote them all in each month. I was put in charge of overseeing six of them (Dalton, Justin, Misty, Brenda Lee, Bongo, and General Lee). I talked to loads of interested people, including a couple that had already submitted their application and were still deciding which dog they wanted. I love Brenda Lee, and they fell in love with her as soon as I took her out of the kennel for them. Two other ladies (and elderly woman and a groomer at the store) were interested in General Lee, so I'm sure one of them will eventually snap him up. So, yay! Two doggies may have found homes.
Almost two hours into the adoption clinic, my cell rang. I didn't look at the caller ID because I thought Jason was calling me to tell me what he was planning on doing for the day. Instead, it was his mother with full-on weepy voice. She asked me where I was, and I told her I was volunteering at an adoption clinic. She said that she was very sick and couldn't take care of Markel, Jason's niece. Jason's sister was at work and couldn't come home. Jason's grandmother was missing in action. Al (his mom's boyfriend) was trapped at home without a vehicle because his kids nabbed it. So, I told her I'd call Jason. He was grumpy, but ended up going over there to babysit Markel while his mom threw up in the toilet. He said he walked into the house and Markel came prancing through the living room with the toilet brush in hand. Anyway, as soon as I got out of the adoption clinic at 3:00, I went over to relieve Jason so he could take our rentals back to the video store. Markel cracks me up. She calls me 'Auntie Amanda' and is obsessed with my wristwatch. We had great fun playing the "What's that?" game for an hour. Jason's mom finally stumbled out of bed around the time that Jason's got back. Jason's sister was due home shortly, so we helped her put Markel down for a nap. Markel didn't want to take a nap, and she wailed like someone was murdering her when we left her in the room.
After we left, we picked up something for dinner at the grocery store. I cooked, shoved food in my mouth, took a shower, and threw myself into bed. Dealing with dogs and babies is tough work. Ferguson and I were pooped, and we needed a nap. Unfortunately, I couldn't sleep, so I ended up in the kitchen stuffing three Weissella Soft Gingerbread Cookies (with a chocolate coating!) in my mouth even though I wasn't hungry. Now I feel sick and stuffed and miserable. But the cookies were excellent.
I had to be at Petsmart by 10:30 for the Quixote Humane adoption clinic. The last time I volunteered, there were a load of helpers there. This month, there were only three of us there to watch all the rescues. We got a prime spot by the front door for the twelve little ones up for adoption. There are over seventy in foster homes, but we can't possibly tote them all in each month. I was put in charge of overseeing six of them (Dalton, Justin, Misty, Brenda Lee, Bongo, and General Lee). I talked to loads of interested people, including a couple that had already submitted their application and were still deciding which dog they wanted. I love Brenda Lee, and they fell in love with her as soon as I took her out of the kennel for them. Two other ladies (and elderly woman and a groomer at the store) were interested in General Lee, so I'm sure one of them will eventually snap him up. So, yay! Two doggies may have found homes.
Almost two hours into the adoption clinic, my cell rang. I didn't look at the caller ID because I thought Jason was calling me to tell me what he was planning on doing for the day. Instead, it was his mother with full-on weepy voice. She asked me where I was, and I told her I was volunteering at an adoption clinic. She said that she was very sick and couldn't take care of Markel, Jason's niece. Jason's sister was at work and couldn't come home. Jason's grandmother was missing in action. Al (his mom's boyfriend) was trapped at home without a vehicle because his kids nabbed it. So, I told her I'd call Jason. He was grumpy, but ended up going over there to babysit Markel while his mom threw up in the toilet. He said he walked into the house and Markel came prancing through the living room with the toilet brush in hand. Anyway, as soon as I got out of the adoption clinic at 3:00, I went over to relieve Jason so he could take our rentals back to the video store. Markel cracks me up. She calls me 'Auntie Amanda' and is obsessed with my wristwatch. We had great fun playing the "What's that?" game for an hour. Jason's mom finally stumbled out of bed around the time that Jason's got back. Jason's sister was due home shortly, so we helped her put Markel down for a nap. Markel didn't want to take a nap, and she wailed like someone was murdering her when we left her in the room.
After we left, we picked up something for dinner at the grocery store. I cooked, shoved food in my mouth, took a shower, and threw myself into bed. Dealing with dogs and babies is tough work. Ferguson and I were pooped, and we needed a nap. Unfortunately, I couldn't sleep, so I ended up in the kitchen stuffing three Weissella Soft Gingerbread Cookies (with a chocolate coating!) in my mouth even though I wasn't hungry. Now I feel sick and stuffed and miserable. But the cookies were excellent.