Hmmm . . .

Well, apparently there is something wrong with me that I'm not aware of.  For some reason, Rescue-Me has refused to let me adopt "Joy"!!!   They have also refused to discuss it (???), so I have NO idea why not.

Once I get over this, I guess I'll start looking around again to see if I can find a nice friendly Rottie elsewhere.  I'll tell you what though -- I WAS going to their website and from there to Amazon so they would get a percentage of the (major) money I spend on Amazon.  THAT's not going to happen again.  It's not that they don't have a perfect right to decide I can't adopt her, but they should be willing to tell me why not.  I guess it's possible that it's because of my age.  Maybe they think we couldn't handle a Rottie.  But if that's it, they really should have come over to meet me and check out our other dogs (and horses) before deciding that might be the case.  Oh well.  Guess I better just "get over it" and go on and find myself one somewhere else.  Maybe I'll check with Jan and see if I can give Hilton a call over at Animal Control and ask him if he would mind letting me know if one shows up over there since he would have a far better idea of what the girl is like, given his contact with the employees, than I would just walking up and down the hallway looking at them.  Of course, I already did ask Jan to let me know if she sees one that might be appropriate.  And having been an animal control director herself, she always has plenty of contacts out there.  Sure wish I had adopted one of those other pups from that litter that she and Mike adopted Gus from.  Gus is about the sweetest boy I've seen in that type of dog - ever!  But too late now for that.  Those have all been adopted.

 

Mark will be home in just a couple more days.   (Yeaaaaa!!!) And I'm sure Jerry will be over then, too.  Good thing, since every time I look out when I get home in the afternoon, there's Duke -- eating the lower branches off the trees out in the back pasture, not to mention eating those poison ivy vines that grow up the trunks of several of them!  NOT a good thing! 

Not that poison ivy hurts him -- apparently it doesn't -- but when he touches me with his face after chewing on it, then I do end up with poison ivy!  SO I hope the ground will dry out enough for Mark and Jerry to take a big ladder back there so they can saw off all those lower branches and kill that poison ivy!   Dukie, Dukie, Dukie . . .  He keeps Mark's work list lengthy forever!  Sigh.