Sunday, January 17, 2010

I am hopeful . . .

I've been advertising my Tashi everywhere I could think to do so.  There have been several nibbles, and a couple in particular that I think would provide great homes for her.

I know she needs to go.  She is very unhappy having to be inside all day.  Since she can only go out when the chickens are buttoned up in the Moop, she doesn't get to run around in daylight hours.  She doesn't stay out long in the dark.

Tonight, she decided to sit on my lap and lick my hand.  She has never done this.   Dogs are intuitive, and I fear she knows I am giving her away.  How I wish I could keep her, but some things just cannot be . . .

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