It has been 1 month, 3 weeks, and 1 day since The Fiancée ended things. On the 12th, it will mark 2 months (time moves so oddly when we measure days and weeks versus months...).
It has been 1 month and 2 days since I was raped.
It has been 3 days since I got my potential Service Dog in Training. (Her name is Abundiz; she typically gets called Abbey. Things seem to be going well in terms of her capabilities as a service dog. She's somewhat exceedingly protective of my house and tried to eat The Mitten when he came to visit, but apparently has no desire to eat my rats.)
I feel like my life has changed more in these past 58 days than in my 19 1/2 years before that. I'm not sure really what that means for me, other than this is apparently a season of trials in my life. Frankly, I'm ready for the next season.
How's the dog working out? Do we get to see a picture of her?
ReplyDeleteI adored her, but I had to take her back. She had potty issues. I could take her out 8 times in a day or let her out on my patio (which has a 2 story tall avocado tree and dirt and such), but she wouldn't pee or anything for up to two days until she'd end up going all over the floor. I can't have a service dog who won't go potty. I only had her for two weeks, but I miss her. :(
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