Yo, yo peeps--it's the Hump Day Holla! To recap, this week has been a tiny bit chaotic. Yeah. Just a little, tiny bit. Monday was Granny Wofford's funeral which was incredibly sad and broke my heart for her grandchildren and Mama Ann. Then, Monday evening, I decided to bring home THE puppy for an overnight--which has now turned into the THIRD overnight. In a row. My boss is allowing me to temporary foster him to see how he fits our family. Here are some photos:
So now we have to decide: Adopt or Not? I am SO torn. He is cute, sweet and needs a good home. But can I tell you WHY I have been so drawn to him? No. Other than he is sweet and has this pitiful look. And I suppose I just cannot resist pitiful. He also has bonded with me and seems very smart and loving. However, Savannah is SO put out by him right now and it makes me sad to stress her out esp. with her diabetes (I worry about making her health worse). And the work of three doggies?? Oy. I just don't know.
My nephew votes "Yes" and wants me to name him "Skittles" after the candy (which he loves). Regardless, at this point, I cannot surrender him to the Humane Society because it would be too hard for me to know he was sitting back there in a cage after being out all this time. So, if not, I will have to foster him until we can find him a home. Peeps, what should I do? Help me blogger buddies. I just don't know what to do, but I want it to be the right thing. Yo. B.