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Apr. 13th, 2009 10:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pacificpikachuSo! General update on things.
Caught an awful cold, ugh. I feel like my head is caught in a fish tank at high pressure. :( I hope it goes away soon. I've also had poison oak on my legs and arms for about a week now, though that's not too big of a concern. Just itchy sometimes.
You guys are the greatest RE: losing the corgi. It made me feel better that my anger was justified and that you were all angry along with me... It means a lot. I still get kind of upset about it if I think about it, but I've been pushing it out of my mind lately and just trying to accept it and move on. It's not like dwelling on it and being mad about it will do me any good...
That day, I posted an ad on Craigslist looking for a young adult rescue corgi. I wasn't expecting to get any responses because finding a rescued purebred Pembroke Welsh Corgi under the age of, say, seven years old often takes months, but a lady e-mailed me back and mom and I have been talking to her. She has a little two-year-old male corgi (mostly black with tan and white) that she rescued and she just decided to look for a home for him because she took on more rescue dogs. The poor little guy was born in a puppy mill and had some health problems because of where he was born, but he's been doing well for quite a while now. He sounds like a complete and total sweetheart, and likes giving people kisses and cuddling. He gets along with all people, cats, dogs, and birds, enjoys being brushed, and generally just sounds like a delightful guy. Assuming nothing happens--*knocks on wood*--we're going up to Carson City, Nevada to go meet him and probably bring him home on Friday. He has some little things that are unusual about him because he was born in a puppy mill, like he's a bit smaller than a usual corgi and I guess he doesn't have much of a waist, but I don't mind one bit. :) He deserves an incredible home and tons and tons of love to make up for his rough start to life.
No need for you guys to wish me luck again--you've all wished me enough luck to last me about a year now, so don't worry about it! You can congratulate me if and when I bring him back because after everything that's happened I'm not trusting that anything is for certain. But we shall see.
Dog hunting is good and bad for me, I think. It's good because I get completely into it and read all about different types of dogs and dog training and I just...always like searching for things online, whether it's dogs, Pokémon merchandise, mp3s, rare movies, whatever. On the other hand, it upsets me because there are so many amazing dogs and it just kills me that I can only take one dog. I see their sweet faces in pictures of them in shelter cages and it is just so saddening. I sometimes worry a little about my reaction to knowing about the suffering of animals. I am able to set aside my emotions in a professional way to work on an animal and whatnot (as in, I don't get overly emotional in, say, rehabbing situations or even dissecting things), but in my everyday life it's almost as though to some degree I'm haunted by the realization of all the suffering that is going on unnoticed by nearly everyone. While most of the time I'm able to just live and focus on the present and not worry about it, sometimes it's rough on me because I feel alone in my heartbreak and empathy for other species, and somewhat helpless in the face of the scale of this suffering. I'll make a post more in-depth sometime, perhaps, because I feel like it's hard to express in a succinct manner. Let's change the subject to something less depressing now.
FOR NOW my laptop is working, though I don't trust that it will necessarily work for an extended period of time. Still, it's nice having it working for however long the cord holds out. I need to stop being lazy and order a new cord already. I want my laptop to be stable and usable so I can actually start watching the Spring anime season!
My car is being tuned up tomorrow, so I'm trying to figure out how I'm getting to class. If I even to go class, as I am quite sick and miserable. I don't want to miss class, though... I guess if I can get a ride there, I can get a ride there, and if I can't I'll stay home and rest.
I guess that's all for now. I suppose I should try to sleep despite my awful stuffy nose now because I'm tired and losing my coherency quickly.
Caught an awful cold, ugh. I feel like my head is caught in a fish tank at high pressure. :( I hope it goes away soon. I've also had poison oak on my legs and arms for about a week now, though that's not too big of a concern. Just itchy sometimes.
You guys are the greatest RE: losing the corgi. It made me feel better that my anger was justified and that you were all angry along with me... It means a lot. I still get kind of upset about it if I think about it, but I've been pushing it out of my mind lately and just trying to accept it and move on. It's not like dwelling on it and being mad about it will do me any good...
That day, I posted an ad on Craigslist looking for a young adult rescue corgi. I wasn't expecting to get any responses because finding a rescued purebred Pembroke Welsh Corgi under the age of, say, seven years old often takes months, but a lady e-mailed me back and mom and I have been talking to her. She has a little two-year-old male corgi (mostly black with tan and white) that she rescued and she just decided to look for a home for him because she took on more rescue dogs. The poor little guy was born in a puppy mill and had some health problems because of where he was born, but he's been doing well for quite a while now. He sounds like a complete and total sweetheart, and likes giving people kisses and cuddling. He gets along with all people, cats, dogs, and birds, enjoys being brushed, and generally just sounds like a delightful guy. Assuming nothing happens--*knocks on wood*--we're going up to Carson City, Nevada to go meet him and probably bring him home on Friday. He has some little things that are unusual about him because he was born in a puppy mill, like he's a bit smaller than a usual corgi and I guess he doesn't have much of a waist, but I don't mind one bit. :) He deserves an incredible home and tons and tons of love to make up for his rough start to life.
No need for you guys to wish me luck again--you've all wished me enough luck to last me about a year now, so don't worry about it! You can congratulate me if and when I bring him back because after everything that's happened I'm not trusting that anything is for certain. But we shall see.
Dog hunting is good and bad for me, I think. It's good because I get completely into it and read all about different types of dogs and dog training and I just...always like searching for things online, whether it's dogs, Pokémon merchandise, mp3s, rare movies, whatever. On the other hand, it upsets me because there are so many amazing dogs and it just kills me that I can only take one dog. I see their sweet faces in pictures of them in shelter cages and it is just so saddening. I sometimes worry a little about my reaction to knowing about the suffering of animals. I am able to set aside my emotions in a professional way to work on an animal and whatnot (as in, I don't get overly emotional in, say, rehabbing situations or even dissecting things), but in my everyday life it's almost as though to some degree I'm haunted by the realization of all the suffering that is going on unnoticed by nearly everyone. While most of the time I'm able to just live and focus on the present and not worry about it, sometimes it's rough on me because I feel alone in my heartbreak and empathy for other species, and somewhat helpless in the face of the scale of this suffering. I'll make a post more in-depth sometime, perhaps, because I feel like it's hard to express in a succinct manner. Let's change the subject to something less depressing now.
FOR NOW my laptop is working, though I don't trust that it will necessarily work for an extended period of time. Still, it's nice having it working for however long the cord holds out. I need to stop being lazy and order a new cord already. I want my laptop to be stable and usable so I can actually start watching the Spring anime season!
My car is being tuned up tomorrow, so I'm trying to figure out how I'm getting to class. If I even to go class, as I am quite sick and miserable. I don't want to miss class, though... I guess if I can get a ride there, I can get a ride there, and if I can't I'll stay home and rest.
I guess that's all for now. I suppose I should try to sleep despite my awful stuffy nose now because I'm tired and losing my coherency quickly.
