So, crazy animal hoarder that I am, we have taken in the poor Aussie Shepherd from the Indiana Pound. He's gigantic and, until today when I got him groomed, VERY smelly. His name is Bear and he's been coughing like crazy from his heart worm treatment last week. Poor guy, I really do feel quite sorry for him. He's had a rough life--especially in the past few months.
The Bug seems to like having him around and took an immediate liking to him. They are good about sharing toys, bones and the new giant water bowl. And Bear is actually a little scared of the cats, so doesn't go after them which is good. I'm not sure if we'll be able to keep Bear forever, but we will keep him until his health is recovered (a month or more) and then until we can find him a really good home. And who knows, after a month goes by, we may decide we can't live without each other. We'll see. For now, we are just official foster parents to this big, recovering, homeless pooch. You can check him out here. He's a cutey and very, very sweet (and now well-groomed, too!): http://www.petfinder.com/petnote/displaypet.cgi?petid=10552293
And speaking of parental responsibilities, a crazy, surreal thing has happened: this 43-year-old is pregnant! No fallopian tube tests or petrie dishes required, just the old fashioned way. It's early days yet, so we're keeping it hush, hush. But it's so bizarre. I walked through the baby section of Target the other day and found it hard to comprehend that before the year's end all this irrelevant baby stuff will suddenly become relevant. IT IS WEIRD!
I don't want to get too excited yet because it's still early days and, let's face it, I am old as a first-timer to such things. Craze is happy but also a little taken aback by the magnitude of the whole thing, as am I, really.
Fingers crossed it all goes well!