Today, I'm in a better mindset about Rainie's foot. After all, it's not life -threatening and she gets around just fine, tearing around the house like a madman at all times. What's hardest, I think, is people (dear friends, so far) referring to her as special needs (at best) or (my mom) handicapped. She's really not, it's more like the opposite of being pigeon-toed, which, to the best of my knowledge does not allow people to get handicapped parking spaces.

I'll start calling doctors soon to see what the options are, if there are any. In the meantime, Rainie is fine, better than fine. She's perfect.

Charlie's home sort of fell through. I was supposed to take him yesterday but I didn't connect with the people until I was on my way to work, it was too late then. While they're very nice folks, it sounds like they have a ton of stuff going on and won't be able to give him the attention he deserves. I think I'm going to tell them to hold off until their lives have settled down.

What I want for every dog is a family as excited about getting a dog as we were about getting Alice and Rainie (Zeus was a surprise, so we didn't have that buildup). I could hardly contain myself, the day we went to the pet store to get Alice's bed, treats, leash, collar, etc. was one of the best days of my life. If you aren't that excited, you just can't have one of my dogs. Sorry.