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I've missed my calling. Clearly I should have been a zookeeper. We have two wonderful dogs, a fish and a hedgehog, and yet I still cruise craigslist.com faithfully, looking for fuzzy friends. We need to buy a ranch or something so I can have all the animals I want.. it runs in my family. My Mom has a Mustang horse, three dogs, two birds and a cat, all of them rescued. It just breaks my heart to see all the animals that need homes, and then there's the ones that say 'can't give [them] the attention they deserve', etc. Well, why'd you get the fucking pet in the first place, then?? I know that things come up and plans change, and I applaud them for taking it upon themselves to find the animal a new home instead of just dumping it in a shelter, (or worse, in the middle of nowhere to fend for itself) but I do feel that rehoming animals can sometimes be more damaging to them psychologically than a lack of attention from the people in the home they're already in. This is especially true if the animal has been 'rehomed' before. Animals (especially canines) like stability... if you think of it in human terms, imagine your landlord or mortgage company pulling up in a moving truck, loading up your belongings (and yourself) and dropping you and all of your things off at a completely new place, (potentially in a totally different city) and leaving you there with no explanation, all alone, without your friends/family/spouse, etc. Now, imagine that the alternative to that is that you would still see your loved ones, just not as much as you'd like, but you get to stay in the home you know and love, and are familiar with. Which one sounds better to you? In an ideal world, no pet would ever be homeless, and of course I realize that isn't the kind of world in which we live, but I wish people would treat pets more like actual living beings with feelings and emotions rather than toys to be played with and conveniently discarded.

But, enough of me and my soapbox.. we haven't been able to find a better place to live, so it looks like we'll be staying where we are for another year. Our place is really cute and we've redone the kitchen cabinets (my husband is an artist) with some crazy artwork and we really do love the place we're in, but we did want more room, possibly another bedroom or office, or more storage space. I'm not too thrilled but I'm not heartbroken, either.. we've already been there 2 years, and we're almost done decorating, so, yeah :P

I have bad cramps and tummy troubles today.. no pain meds + no b/c pills makes my endo very unhappy. I snuck my heating pad into work and if they try to give me shit about it I'll tell them where to stick it. We're not supposed to bring in anything electronic, (with how many employees we have, it would jack up their electric bill if everyone plugged in their personal devices,) but having to get up and reheat the microwavable one every twenty minutes is a real drag when you are already having trouble just standing up. I'm hiding it in my shawl, so I should be able to get away with it, at least for today.

Speaking of work, my husband just got a better job.. working with me! :) He'll be training for a few weeks but we'll have the same hours, sit next to one another and have lunch together, carpool, the whole bit. Most people think we're nuts to spend all that time together, but we both do better when we're not apart.. and it will help me a lot, (on days like today) when I don't feel well to have him here with me. Yay!