Green dog knees

Gracie is such a little kid!

Yesterday I threw the squeaky ball for her & Honey. Actually I had two balls to throw so I alternated and it worked quite well. They ran until they were pantingly exhausted. They are so cute!

Later I was sitting out on one of the sun shelters and Gracie came over. Her knees and feet were totally green from running so hard and having to put the brakes on. I was reminded of a little kid - she has so much joy & enthusiasm.

I'm so looking forward to the long weekend. It's seems like this has been the longest week of my life!

Waiting for the 2nd

I think I may have mentioned in previous postings that patience is not my long suit. I'm not so good at patience at all.

I want it to be September 2 today! I want to sleep in my new home. I want to start the long hard slog up out of stress-related illness and start feeling better.

I want to wake up in the morning without a headache or churning gut. I want to feel rested even after a series of good nights' sleeps - this just isn't happening right now.

I'm so lucky to have a wonderful place to stay - that keeps me sane. My friend's D&D have a great set up for dogs and I am so lucky that the girls are happy and safe all day. I bathed both of them last night (and Shiraz).

I miss Mitch too....

Happy Dance!

The cheque has been deposited, the mini-home is sold!

I am actually for the first time in many many years, technically in the black. If I paid off my car loan, I would have no debt until September 2 when our new place closes.

Of course I'm not going to pay my car loan off because it was a good rate and we will have other chunks of money to be sucked out as moving expenses but it's kind of cool to know that for one short week I have a completetly positive balance sheet!

I celebrated with this:

My pal D brought it home from Cabela's for me.

I got some bumpers for the dogs too. (bumpers are training aids for retrievers)

oh fer f*cks sake!

So I'm looking forward to cashing a big fat cheque today with the proceeds of four year's of living in a mini home that sold for more than I bought it for (as it should!). I'm burbling along, pondering what accounts what money is going in, how I"ll finally pay off my line of credit. How I'm about to start a new life as a fiscally prudent partner to an uber-prudent man.

And then the phone call comes...

Buddy's financing didn't come through! Today? WTF?

So now he's got to try to get financing at another bank and I have to hang for another week or so! This is so f*cking unfair I can't believe it. Nothing, not one little f*cking part of selling and buying a new house has been easy! It's like it's been cursed for some reason.

I want to crawl into a little hole and drink and curl up and cry. It's just all wrong.

Alas no option to wallow in self pity. I get to drive out to my friend's place and play nice with a house full of field triallers(people who run dogs in field trials). At least they all drink!

I may not have the option to hole up alone but at least I can drink!

AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!