TGIF! This week has been particularly long for me, for some reason. I dunno if it was the disappointing end to the US Men's hockey team, or the fact that work has been really bad lately.
My mom is coming in for the weekend. She wants to shop, Carl wants to go to the home show downtown. I guess we'll do both, and then probably work on turbans again. I still haven't finished her quilt...I'm down to the last border and I'm kind of dreading putting it on. I hate finishing projects, it's a real letdown.
So I was thinking in the shower this morning about Ralf and Alice. Ralf will be 10 this summer...that's so hard for me to imagine. Alice just turned 3, and I thought by now she'd be settling down some, but this morning they were at their usual antics racing around the room, jumping and playing together. It made me think about what we'll do when something happens to them.
I don't see us getting another dog right away if something happens to Ralf, unless Alice is still very playful and puppy-like, like she is now. But if we didn't get another dog, I think that after something happened to Alice, I'd like to get into Pit Bull rescue. These dogs are so often just misunderstood. I keep thinking about when we were getting Alice, and they told us they hadn't been sure about adopting her out. She had a really sweet disposition, and hadn't given anyone any reason to not think about letting her go home with someone. I just can't imagine how bored we'd be if she wasn't in our lives. I fully realize that not every pit bull is as sweet as she is (and she's not full PB, we aren't sure what else she is other than a strong mastiff resemblance), but I think any dog that's been subjected to bad humaning deserves a second chance.
Off the soapbox for today