Thanks, all, for the supportive comments. I spent the whole day dealing with these issues. Still no resolutions, but at least possible solutions.
I bit the bullet and posted on Facebook about the dog. A couple friends said they might be interested, but I can tell by the questions they asked that it won't work out. One had to talk to her husband, another has a cat. A friend of a friend wants to know if I'll agree to be financially responsible for the dog. Ah, no. My writing teacher said all the dog rescues are overwhelmed and good luck. I emailed the rescue I got her from, whose website seems to say they'll take your dog for $300. I'll happily pay this to know she'll be safe and not turned over to a shelter and killed. I kind of hope the rescue works out. I'm afraid a friend or acquaintance may want to give her back if she doesn't meet expectations. I mean, she's a hard sell. She's ancient, she barks, she can't be around kids or dogs or cats. She may only have a few years - or even months - left, and may rack up medical bills towards the end. I need a really kind hearted person to take her on. Sigh. Luckily there's no immediate danger - I can easily keep her and the baby separated, no problem. She's too tiny to get on or off any furniture without assistance, and can be kept in the office as long as is necessary. But I'd rather resolve this sooner than later. Can't even think about the guilt. Can't deal with that yet.
My sister recommended getting a real rat specialist over here to seal up access to the house rather than getting a rat zapper. She's right, the zapper would just be a band aid. I have a company coming tomorrow, damn the cost. So hopefully tomorrow will be the last time I wake up to a house full of shit.
I was dealing with so much yukky emotional crap today I decided to just go for broke and emailed my ex to tell him I am going to sue him if he doesn't pay up by end of Sept. Of course this time he answered me right away and said he would pay me, in very pissy, defensive terms. I hope the $300 comes out of his new girlfriend's pocket. Oh snap!
Tonight I put a little water in the bathtub and took Bumpus in there with me. It's the first proper bath he's ever had. He enjoyed kicking his legs and making splashes, and of course, peeing. But with the rats and the fleas and the heat I felt so disgusting that I really needed us both to have a little ablution. We'll get there. But it's going to take a little time.
I bit the bullet and posted on Facebook about the dog. A couple friends said they might be interested, but I can tell by the questions they asked that it won't work out. One had to talk to her husband, another has a cat. A friend of a friend wants to know if I'll agree to be financially responsible for the dog. Ah, no. My writing teacher said all the dog rescues are overwhelmed and good luck. I emailed the rescue I got her from, whose website seems to say they'll take your dog for $300. I'll happily pay this to know she'll be safe and not turned over to a shelter and killed. I kind of hope the rescue works out. I'm afraid a friend or acquaintance may want to give her back if she doesn't meet expectations. I mean, she's a hard sell. She's ancient, she barks, she can't be around kids or dogs or cats. She may only have a few years - or even months - left, and may rack up medical bills towards the end. I need a really kind hearted person to take her on. Sigh. Luckily there's no immediate danger - I can easily keep her and the baby separated, no problem. She's too tiny to get on or off any furniture without assistance, and can be kept in the office as long as is necessary. But I'd rather resolve this sooner than later. Can't even think about the guilt. Can't deal with that yet.
My sister recommended getting a real rat specialist over here to seal up access to the house rather than getting a rat zapper. She's right, the zapper would just be a band aid. I have a company coming tomorrow, damn the cost. So hopefully tomorrow will be the last time I wake up to a house full of shit.
I was dealing with so much yukky emotional crap today I decided to just go for broke and emailed my ex to tell him I am going to sue him if he doesn't pay up by end of Sept. Of course this time he answered me right away and said he would pay me, in very pissy, defensive terms. I hope the $300 comes out of his new girlfriend's pocket. Oh snap!
Tonight I put a little water in the bathtub and took Bumpus in there with me. It's the first proper bath he's ever had. He enjoyed kicking his legs and making splashes, and of course, peeing. But with the rats and the fleas and the heat I felt so disgusting that I really needed us both to have a little ablution. We'll get there. But it's going to take a little time.
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