We’re still here!! I have been seriously dragging my feet lately when it comes to writing, but I’m hoping that horrid phase has passed. After all, the world deserves their Fred and Angel updates!
Angel was technically adopted as of a few weeks ago. We came to terms with it (a.k.a. I cried at the drop of a hat) and prepared her for her forever home. Her adoption fell through, and even though I was sad, I secretly cherished the fact that we had more time with her.
I mean, she can’t just go live with anyone. The Humane Society may do background checks, but the ultimate test is getting past Alex’s sixth sense about people. This family was great, but not “the one.”
I know what will be, will be but I’m okay with it not “being” right now. I don’t know if I’m quite ready to say good-bye to the various looks we get from Angel on a daily basis.
Last night, I relished in the fact that it was raining and I wouldn’t have to take the dogs on a long walk. Yep, I said it. Sometimes you need a break! (Just don’t tell the dogs I said that.)
However, there could be nuclear weapons falling from the sky and Angel would want to be a part of it. I settled in to watch a recorded show, waiting for the dogs to fall onto the couch beside me and start snoring.
Fred complied, as he always does. He loves his exercise but not as much as his naps.
Angel was content with an antler for about 25 seconds. Then she started pacing. I distracted her with her favorite toy, the fire hose that we affectionately refer to as “the squeaker.” (It’s quite comical; we follow her around saying “Squeak squeak squeak!” just to see her tail wag a little harder.)
She was happy for another minute or so. Then she gave me a look.
She loves to stare! Fred will place his body on top of your body in order to get your attention (which always seems to work), but Angel will look at you until you give in to her demands.
(Don’t worry, he didn’t give her any chips.)
The pacing became more erratic, and I panicked. She must have to poop! Here she was, my darling Angel, trying to tell me that she needs to go out, and I was not picking up on her signs. I got them ready to go and opened the front door. It was raining, windy and cold. I could almost see Fred roll his eyes. I promised him it was a quick potty run and he would be safe and secure, snoring under his blanket, in no time.
Neither pooped. Neither even peed.
She just wanted to go outside. And I fell for it.
Fred and I arrived home dripping and cranky, while Angel quickly pranced around, looking for her squeaker.
Could YOU resist that face?!?