MY BAD.....

Not sure how to even start this post.

Wasn't sure I wanted to tell it.

Sometimes I'm such an optimist, so sure of myself.

Think everything will turn out how I want it to...


But it doesn't.

Think I have all the answers.

But I don't.

Yes, this is about the Beagle.

If you already know...

And if not, maybe you should go read it first.

Ok, I'll just tell what happened...

Sunday morning the phone rang. Dad sounded so upset...

"I'm sorry honey but this isn't going to work.  I didn't get any sleep last night. I let the dog out for awhile then brought him back in and went to bed. He settled down on the floor by the bed for a few minutes then started howling. Not barking, just howling. I got up and thought maybe he wanted out again. He didn't. Just kept howling. I talked to him for awhile but he started coughing and hacking so bad. And howling. So I tried to get some sleep anyway and maybe dozed off and on. I got up early and he was still not doing so good. I walked out to the kitchen and the dog had pooped all over the place. I got it cleaned up, made sure he had clean water and watched him cough and hack. I'm so tired and I feel so bad but I can't do this. What can we do?"

My heart sunk...

I thought to call the Rescue place but they're closed on Sunday.  Called the Tooele dog pound. They said they could come get him. Then called back and said they couldn't....

So I tried the rescue place anyway and someone answered. A lady named Marcie had just come in to feed the animals.

After explaining what happened, she said she knew what dog we had...he has allergies. No problem, bring him back.

He really was a good little guy. If I could have kept him myself I would have. But I can't. Especially if he howls. Army rules say if an animal disturbs neighbors....

So, my bad. I was wrong. I'll never try that again....

BUT, there's something good coming from this anyway.

After I got the beagle settled back at the shelter and had a long talk with Marcie, I left knowing he did a good thing.

My dad is 83 years old and has COPD; uses an inhaler when he needs it. I've told him for a couple years now that some of his problem is where he's living. I see mold on the ceiling where water has leaked in. His wife wasn't the best housekeeper and even after going over the walls and everything with my super duper Rainbow vac, I know there's dust hiding all over in the old carpet and inside closets etc. They had cats and smoked in there for years. And it's a house trailer they bought new....in 1983. I think you get the picture.


So my words to dad when I got back were "Dad, the dog was having a hard time breathing in here, it wasn't the best place for him either. Can you imagine now how bad it is for you?"

I was assured the little beagle would find a good home. I know he will...

And I hope now, dad will consider making some changes. This won't be easy for him, I know that. But I'd like to keep him around for as long as I can.

And I still believe in "this was suppose to happen" days.

Cause everything happens for a reason...








See Ya Yesterday...One Tomorrow at a Time...

DO YOU BELIEVE....

In 'This was suppose to happen' days?

I do.

Here's another of my many reasons why...

I planned on spending this weekend sleeping away a headache.

More about that over on the JAKE blog

But Saturday morning I decided to drive to town. Had something to send to a friend and that's where the UPS store is. They wrap things better than I can:)

So I called my friend Marelo and off we went.

The UPS store is in a little strip mall.

A few doors away from a Pet Store. (never noticed it there before)

Twice a year, the Animal Shelter sets up a line of dogs for adoption.

Wasn't even aware of this fact. Not even a thought in my mind.

As I pulled into a parking space, something caught my eye.

A Beagle. Looking straight at me. With big brown eyes.

Now, I'm not in the position to have a pet.

I'm not home enough to give one the attention it deserves.

And I probably won't have a dog living with me again. Here's Why.
(It's a long post but at the bottom look for CASEY, he's the WHY)

I told Marelo my thoughts, got out of the car and walked over to the dog...

After learning the why's and what for's, I rubbed the dog behind the ear and walked away to the UPS store.

On my way back to the car, I went again to the Beagle.

Had a brief, deep conversation with him.

Asked if I could get him later, signed the papers, paid the fee and left.

We went to the grocery story, had lunch then back to get the Beagle.

All the time, Marelo gave me 'that look' and said "you sure"?

The feeling that this was a 'suppose to happen' day was strong.

Now to the reason...

Most of you know why I'm living where I am.

Dad gets lonely. And laughs cause he talks to himself a lot...

I've asked a few times if he'd like a dog and his answer has always been he'd love one,  but he better not...

When I took Marelo home I headed back to dads with his new companion.

When I walked onto the porch with a dog on a leash, dad smiled at him and said "Well, who are you"? Remember, he didn't know a thing about this.


I left a couple of hours later with a warm feeling in my heart.

This was a 'suppose to happen' day.

No doubt in my mind....

I'll go back today and see how things are,

take some pictures,

and tell you more later.


Do you Believe?











See Ya Yesterday...One Tomorrow at a Time...