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Things keep happenin'...
Jan. 1st, 2011 10:20 pmSale of the clinic closed on Wednesday, bank funded it on Thursday. For better or worse, it's my responsibility now. I'm sure that by the end of January, that won't seem quite so overwhelming, but right now? scaryscary. Sale of the land is still pending. When that goes through, I'll be over a million dollars in debt. Literally. How freaky is that?! Well, I'm freaked out by it, anyway. Also, I'm extremely tired of insurance applications, as the lender required that I have disability, office overhead, life, real property, and business property insurance!
Bruce has decided to give up on the commuting thing and become my house-spouse full time, effective later this coming week. I look forward to having many fewer household chores to deal with while trying to figure out how to run a business, but have to admit to being a little stressed over the decrease in income (reference above about $1M debt!).
Arctic got adopted to a local lady with 200 acres to play on. Good deal for him, I say...she wouldn't let Bruce and me move up with the dog though.
And in a totally bizarre set of events, Birthday Bear got adopted out. I'm sure you remember my posting about him earlier; he's been at my place for a while now, playing with Minnie (my one-eyed yellow pit mix).
Earlier this week, a lady (M) arrived at our clinic with a dog she was going to foster, that she had just picked up from a rescue. Knowing how slim the chances are that this particular rescue had scanned the dog for microchip on getting her in, I scanned her. And microchip she did have. So I called the associated phone number, and asked if they were missing a dog. The gentleman who answered said "A 3 legged German Shepherd? She's alive?! I thought she got eaten by a cougar!" Turns out she's been missing for about a month, and was found 30 miles from home. Have I mentioned that even out here in the middle of nowhere, microchips are useful for getting animals home?
So we contacted the rescue, and told them what was up, and kept the dog. Which left M sad, because she'd driven all the way up from PF (in a snow storm, no less!) to pick up this sad, skinny, 3 legged German Shepherd. So, about half jokingly, I offered to replace her with a different 3 legged dog. Took a couple minutes to convince M that I actually had one, and then she was quite excited about meeting him. So I sent my mom to get the dog from my house, and bring him back. It was instant love, of course--only a totally hard hearted monster could resist Bear. *Sidelong look at Bruce*-+
M took Bear home, and emailed me back that he'd gotten on instantly well with their other dog-a 1 eyed yellow pit mix!-and that her kids love him. They were going to rename him Baxter, but the 4 year old was pronouncing it "bastard" so they are going to call him Bailey Bear instead.
Now I just have Holly to place; and got an email just today that sounds fairly promising on that front, so wish me luck!
So that's the summary of my week. How are you all doing?
Bruce has decided to give up on the commuting thing and become my house-spouse full time, effective later this coming week. I look forward to having many fewer household chores to deal with while trying to figure out how to run a business, but have to admit to being a little stressed over the decrease in income (reference above about $1M debt!).
Arctic got adopted to a local lady with 200 acres to play on. Good deal for him, I say...she wouldn't let Bruce and me move up with the dog though.
And in a totally bizarre set of events, Birthday Bear got adopted out. I'm sure you remember my posting about him earlier; he's been at my place for a while now, playing with Minnie (my one-eyed yellow pit mix).
Earlier this week, a lady (M) arrived at our clinic with a dog she was going to foster, that she had just picked up from a rescue. Knowing how slim the chances are that this particular rescue had scanned the dog for microchip on getting her in, I scanned her. And microchip she did have. So I called the associated phone number, and asked if they were missing a dog. The gentleman who answered said "A 3 legged German Shepherd? She's alive?! I thought she got eaten by a cougar!" Turns out she's been missing for about a month, and was found 30 miles from home. Have I mentioned that even out here in the middle of nowhere, microchips are useful for getting animals home?
So we contacted the rescue, and told them what was up, and kept the dog. Which left M sad, because she'd driven all the way up from PF (in a snow storm, no less!) to pick up this sad, skinny, 3 legged German Shepherd. So, about half jokingly, I offered to replace her with a different 3 legged dog. Took a couple minutes to convince M that I actually had one, and then she was quite excited about meeting him. So I sent my mom to get the dog from my house, and bring him back. It was instant love, of course--only a totally hard hearted monster could resist Bear. *Sidelong look at Bruce*-+
M took Bear home, and emailed me back that he'd gotten on instantly well with their other dog-a 1 eyed yellow pit mix!-and that her kids love him. They were going to rename him Baxter, but the 4 year old was pronouncing it "bastard" so they are going to call him Bailey Bear instead.
Now I just have Holly to place; and got an email just today that sounds fairly promising on that front, so wish me luck!
So that's the summary of my week. How are you all doing?
