Mommy's New Room

Little Miss is having the time of her life in the new place. You can't really tell in this photo but the whole apartment is jammed as tight as my room is. It's weird trying to fit 1100 sq ft worth of stuff into 600 sq ft of rooms. But that's OK, Klea seems to be acclimating well.

At least before the night drags on. I've put risers under the bed to lift it higher. She can now walk under it without stooping but it's harder for her to jump up onto it. A plus for me. A HUGE minus in the Book of Klea. She's used to sleeping right next to Ginger or in her crate. Her crate is set up in the storage room. She's not about to sleep in there by herself. And Ginger didn't make the transition with us. I've noticed that she keeps checking every room; presumably for Ginger.

She looked a little sad when I left this morning. It's not the first time I've left her in the new place. Sunday, I made sure to leave for little stretches of time just to get her used to the idea. And yesterday, I was gone for several hours picking up new things for our small place. But today, she seemed to understand that I'd be gone all day. It breaks my heart that she will be alone all day but Klea is pretty easy-going. And she acclimates well.

Fingers crossed for a smooth transition.

Giving Up Mommyhood

I have been made the offer of the year!

I could leave behind this city, this state, this "job" and have a place to stay that is reasonably within my budget. It's in a warm city, a big city, a real city. I mean, it's Atlanta, y'all!! How could I not go?

The price, that's how. It would mean that I'm far from all my family (except my 1st step-dad's in-laws but you can see how that would be... messy), all my friends, and my babies. See, my potential roomie has never lived with an indoor dog and since it's their house I can't really put down the proverbial foot.

So, I'm torn. First because this is a HUGE OPPORTUNITY. And I don't want to let this pass me by. But, I don't want to give up my babies, well, just Klea. However, I'm sure she would be unhappy as an outside dog. Or at least I think I'm sure.

There's many other things to think about like getting a job down there.

I'll let you know when I decide... I think.

Home, Sweet Home

It's official!! Ginger will be staying with us, indefinitely. My sister did find a new place but she will have 2 roommates and she's "never home". So, I agreed to keep Ginger with me. Klea is not too fond of this idea. She rather liked being the Alpha while Ginger was away. And the fact that Ginger is very aggressively seeking to reclaim her role as Alpha has caused some... spiffs. At least Ginger still has her BFF, Wilbur. :)

The terms of the agreement are that sis will give me Ginger's portion of the pet rent, 1/2 the cost of food and the money to keep her groomed and updated with her shots. (I'm not holding my breath on the shot & grooming money).

I'm just glad that it's all settled now. I've been offering to take Ginger on as my own for years now. I'm sure that sis loves her very much, it's just that she never wanted (or fully accepted) the responsibility of having a dog. For her, it was more like a cute accessory than a living mammal with its own unique personality.

So, there you have it, loves. More news on another day.

SoMe PiG!

I have a guinea pig. His name is Wilbur after the little white piggy in Charlotte's Web. He's only seven weeks and was born in captivity. And after just 3 days, he's already stolen a big chunk of my heart.

I don't have any human children so this analogy probably doesn't fit but I love to watch him grow and change. Everything he does is so instinctive and exciting. The first time he drank from his water bottle, I cooed, "You're so smart! Who taught you that? Learned all by yourself. Yes, you did".

Yup. I'm that person. The one who takes her puppies on a trip to Dairy Queen because it's 90 degrees in the shade. The one who lets them go for dips in the lake and carts them to and from Doggy Day Camps. I'm the woman who MUST be home at precise hours to keep everyone on their schedules.

If this house were a ship, it would be sailing on water smooth as glass. Now, if I could just find the balance that would allow me to maintain a social life.