I don’t what possessed me the morning of May 18th, but I went online and started looking at dogs available for adoption from the Palm Springs Animal Shelter. And I looked at the pictures and there was one that just looked… good. So I called Tom and asked him if I should go look and, after a little hemming and hawing, he said sure.

So I went, and the one I liked was gone. But there was another puppy that looked okay. A boy dog, and I thought, “Well, I’m not feeling some kind of magic, but he seems okay and he needs a home.” And so I started the paperwork.

But then the people that had taken the puppy that I had seen online BROUGHT HER BACK (also, her male litter mate). Our eyes met… and I told the shelter people that I wanted to take a (closer) look at that puppy.

There was just something about her, her vibe, that made me think, “This is a good dog. This is my dog.”

So I ditched the male dog I had been working on getting and got this girl dog instead.

And I am so glad I did.

In the three months that we have had her, Arrow has just been fantastic. She is the perfect dog for us. She is incredibly social and loves to play, everywhere we go people coo over her like she’s a baby, she travels really well, but most importantly, Tom adores her (and spoils her) – we are a pack and I am the alpha and we made it through teething without losing any shoes.

And you know what? I haven’t had an allergic reaction AT ALL.

For a Flickr set of pictures, click here.

So all that quiet reflection and whatnot that I so desired after my vacation has been no where to be found.

It’s my own fault, I got sort of depressed about everything when I got home and I’ve just sat on my ass staring at the wall since I got back.

But I’m trying, but I’m always trying and it gets old. I’m so bored with myself that the thought of interacting with other people makes me want to jump in front of a bus.

And this weekend we’re heading to Sedona/Jerome/Clarkdale for Tom’s birthday, so hopefully I will snap out of it and actually have some fun…

Tom is not laid off, so this summer vacation is actually just summer vacation and not the last desperate 10 weeks until his paychecks run out!

Sort of glad it’s Friday, but Monday is when Tom might receive a lay-off notice, so the weekend probably won’t be too fun. UGH.

Today is the anniversary of my and Tom’s first date and also the anniversary of the day that I asked him if he was cross-eyed.

That was 12 years ago.

I regret nothing. [heart]