I’m just not feeling the motivation to pick up the camera these days, never mind blog.
A little birdie told me that it is, allegedly, Spring.
But I’m not feelin’ it. Even if the grass is getting greener (and apparently tastier) by the day.
Even the dogs are skeptical about the supposed change of seasons.
They’ve been looking for it everywhere.
Maybe they’ll find my motivation whilst they are searching.
I found a piece of wood, does that help?
And speaking of searching, Phinn remains resolutely “at large.” I think most of you suspected I’ve not been blogging because I’ve been out searching for the missing dog, but that’s just not true. I’ve not been searching because Phinn is not actually missing – we know where he is, people see him all the darn time. It’s catching him that is proving to be difficult. I don’t know what kind of dog he was before he was transferred to rescue, but he’s had exactly zero trouble adapting to life on the lam, so perhaps he is a career criminal or something. I’m going to extradite him straight back to the US for sentencing if we ever do catch him!
We hired the professional tracking service who has employed a liberal use of motion sensitive cameras and live traps without much success. The former foster home traveled up from Oregon and couldn’t convince him to come home either, and by all accounts, Phinn adored her. At this point, I’m not sure what else to do. What I’d LIKE to do is get a whole bunch of things off my chest, but am reluctant to provide fodder for anyone. But I will say this – I didn’t lose the dog, so I’m not going to eat shit for it. And I’m not going to be party to any shitting on the foster home who did lose the dog, because he already feels badly enough. And I’m going to let the tracker do his job because I don’t actually know shit about tracking recalcitrant canines.
After all, I only lost one foster dog for a couple of hours once. And then I found him. And then I found him a really awesome home!
Here he is all sacked out with his new brother George.
Nothing shitty about that!
Too bad I can’t same the same about this lousy weather.
I’m not moving a muscle until I find some sunshine!
We’re not moving until we find this mole!
You know what is exciting though? Yesterday was Dexter’s 20 month birthday.
I measured him at class last week and he is 22″ on the nose at the shoulder. And I don’t think he’s quite finished growing yet! What a monster – but what a FUN monster he is :)
I’ll see ya’ll when I see ya. I’m going back to my blogcation and may come out of hibernation when the sun does.