We have crazy weekends around these parts. With non-traditional jobs, small businesses and children's activities, it can get down right exhausting.
It was tough this weekend. We own a bar and I work brunch. I was doing fine until I was off my shift and then the cravings were so intense, I had to go for a long walk. I know it's not wise to continue putting myself in an environment that is so tempting, but it's our business, and I can't ignore it. Luckily, I'm only there one day a week.
So, I've also been dealing with a lot of issues I have stemming from my childhood, which are pretty horrific. I will delve into those deeper here in due time, but the feelings of these events are so heavy and traumatic, not to mention the buried memories that are coming back to the surface being just a bit overwhelming.... I'm not ready yet.
Though I'm working on controlling my impulses when it comes to drinking, apparently I need to work on them when it comes to just "dropping in" at the local animal shelter to "look".
This is Benedict Jumping Alfredo Wigglesworth, aka "Beans".
Now, we have been talking for months about adding a second pup to our family, though we had agreed on next spring.... However, look at that face! I'm not made of stone!! Also? While I was filling out his paperwork, I found out he had just been surrendered that morning, further proving that this union was written in the stars.
He's really smart and good, He knows some basic commands, does well off leash, loves his pup-sister and kitty-brother, his people and is becoming an ace at house training. I'm in love.
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