Wait, you had phone calls about the dogs? Or you made phone calls about the dogs?
I have food. Tomorrow is an Atkins-based shopping spree. And it's weird that I got out of practice handling my own stick shift, I'm so used to using Mom's now!
I haven't called the one guy back - he left a note on my answering machine and also sent an e-mail. Turns out MCI turned off my long distance capability even though my bill is paid up and has been for months, and I'm not sure why. I have to call customer service and figure it out.
I got a call from another lady, too, who really wanted both dogs. And really...I guess I should say sure. It's just her and her husband and it sounds like the dogs would be spoiled rotten...taken everywhere and well cared for. They just had two dogs pass away within a short time of one another at 14 and...I can't remember what she said. 15?
But...she just sounded so flakey that I dunno. Fiona...I hate to give her to anything other than the perfect person. Gosh, I love her. I think I'm just thinking of excuses to avoid giving her up so quickly, but I should just...go with what happens, I guess.
I'll feel brighter in the morning, most likely. ;) But I'll have to call people back from the house. *sigh*
And the other side of this is that...people who know me well will instantly know something is up if the dogs are gone. I wasn't going to tell anyone for a little while, except my family. But this puts it out into the open quickly.
If I'd known that ad would get instant results...