Ready to Go
I think we found a house. Hopefully. Kyle’s parents are going out to look at it tomorrow or Friday, and they’re going to make sure it’s a decent neighborhood and send us pictures of the place. This time, we’re asking for his dad to basically take photos of every inch of the house, because the last set of photos didn’t give me a very good idea of how the house went together and I like to obsess over how I might arrange furniture inside. I think it’s a combination of my career involving planning exhibits, my love of design, and my constant search for an excuse to find a reason to use Google SketchUp. Though, honestly, I’ve been designing houses on computers since MS Paint was the only software I had that could facilitate this hobby. So now that it’s a real one and I’m about to be living in it (as a renter), I’m crazy for planning.
Today, I bought boxes with the full intention of sorting through our belongings to determine what can go with us and what can be packed and then packing something. My hope is that we’ll get some things packed so that when my mom comes to visit next week we’ll be part of the way done. If I had my way, I would pack a bag and then a troll would come pack everything that wasn’t in my long-stay bag. Unfortunately, trolls are undependable. So, I want to finish packing
- the bathroom
- both hall closets
- the office (except for books)
- the clothes closets
- the kitchen (except for necessities)
Hopefully my next attempt is more successful than todays.
Mostly, we got distracted today because Kyle was out at Levelland playing disc golf and came across a stray dog. She’s so cute! She has a pinkish collar on and apparently she’s been hanging out around that park for the last couple weeks.
We posted an ad on craiglist with a photo of her and then took her to a vet to surrender her. I wish we could take another dog, especially such a cute and well-behaved one, but with the move coming up, it would be way too much stress on Oats and Logan. As it is, neither of them are going to love being in a new house right away, but adding another animal would probably mean that Oats would never be nice to another dog. Plus, she kind of seems like she only wants to visit with other dogs but doesn’t actually want a dog sister/brother/roommate. So we’re going to follow up with the vet tomorrow and the animal shelter later to see what’s going on with this little girl. And hopefully, we find something. If anyone knows of any rescues or any people around West Texas (or the Midwest, for that matter) looking for a cute pup, let me know. She was really good with the little girl we met at the emergency clinic.
Honestly, the whole experience just made me even more ready to get out of Lubbock to a place where people are a little better toward animals. Even if you have one that your’e trying to help here, it seems like no one is willing to exert any effort. It’s so frustrating. We’ve rescued, attempted to rescue, or helped someone else rescue seven dogs in the time that we’ve been here. Isn’t it ridiculous that there are that many strays that just go unconsidered in this town?
