I’m beginning to get tired, for some reason. I’m supposed to have company for a bit tomorrow morning, but my house is in a mess. I haven’t put anything away since I got back this morning. It seems to be just one of “Those” days.
Busdddy wants to start looking for a dog again...*sigh* I’m tired of being involved.
I think you should tell him that finding a dog is a very personal spiritual quest which only the future owner can accomplish.
Also, the care of the dog is a personal, spiritual activity for which the owner should be entirely responsible except in life-and-death emergency situations.
(I have a bee in my bonnet over people’s always assuming I’ll take responsibility for their pets when they just can’t be bothered.)
Special note: 'Face is dog-tired.
*Puts pen away*