No politics here

Since my little Sally dog departed this life I have been on the lookout for a new companion. I look and I look.

I am happy to get a senior dog but after having Sally for only four months, I have realised that I can't afford a euthanasia every few months so I am a bit hesitant to get a golden oldie. Rescue groups are charging $500 - $600 even for a 14 year old and at 14 it's not going to be long before some serious decisions need to be made.
I am all for expecting people to pay, some of these dogs have had extensive vet work which all needs to be paid for. A high price tag also means you get the owners who are prepared to commit to the animal. It's all great in principal but it makes it tough for me. 

Late last night I saw this little dude. He was in a council pound for $100 and 5 years old, friendly, quiet, etc. He looked perfect.

The pound is an hours drive from my place and I considered being there at opening time but then I saw that they expect people to make an appointment. Rather than be at the door at opening and possibly turned away, I called at 8.30am.
"There were people waiting outside to see him, call in a half hour and find out if he was adopted"

Well, they took him. If I see him at Jack Russell rescue for $500 I won't be happy.

I guess the search continues.

My phone is full of screen shots of dogs I might consider, or dogs I would love to bring home but are too big, too old, too deaf or dig too much for me to take on.

After Christmas a random plate was left at my place. Eventually I asked SIL Brendan if it was his. He cheekily informed me that he wanted something on the plate when it was returned. My daughter married a comedian.

Anyhow, I decided I'd take a shot at making focacccia so I did that this morning instead of picking up my new dog. Brendan can have half but I need to test a chunk for the purposes of domestic development.

  I have booked to go and see "The Choral" this afternoon. A couple of hours in a dark, air conditioned room should do me good.