Foster mom

Well, I said no to fostering a pregnant cat, and now I'm fostering a little dog. He was hit by a car and his owners couldn't even afford to see how bad the damage was and were going to euthanize him. Since he's only 2 years old we instead suggested that they relinquish him and let us fix him if he's fixable, then adopt him to someone else. I hate that whole situation - if I ran a vet hospital, I'd be out of business in a few months since I'd feel bad for people and do stuff for free. I guess that's why I don't own a practice. Anyway, he had a dislocated hip and some bruising, but all in all, he was very lucky. No broken bones. He's in a little sling so he can't use his leg until it heals, then he'll have to do cage rest for 6 weeks (that won't be fun). He's a little corgi/schipperke mix. He's little, which is not my kind of dog, but he's cute.

Rob (the guy I'm dating!!) might adopt him. He's left 2 messages for his landlord and he hasn't called him back.

So, yes, I'm still seeing the guy from my last post. Shocker, I know. After our first date, we hung out the next day. We went to the dog park and then went out to dinner at a little Italian place near me. We watched Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow (not sure I liked it). He also came over last Wednesday. That was the last time I've seen him. We were supposed to go out on Sunday, but he wasn't feeling great.

I got my hair chopped off this morning. It's that time of the cycle - I grow it out and then chop it off. I'm excited to have it short again.

Anyway, I should go get some stuff done. I work the next 8 days in a row (working my first weekend). I'm on call now and hope I don't get called in for anything. The good thing is we get paid a lot if we get called in after hours - but I'd still rather sleep!