so my mom sent me a pic of a dog yesterday with the caption of "isn't he cute?"
me: "yeah"
her: "come meet him by the clubhouse"
so i go to meet this doggo by the clubhouse and my mom walks up and so does this dude with this dog. long story short, this guy has to leave asap to help reinstall telephone poles and wiring in florida after the hurricane, and he can't take his dog. so my mom volunteered to foster him until a family wants to adopt him. but like; we already have a full house with two cats, a dog, and three people. and im just-----groAns. i don't want any more responsibility but i know new tasks are gonna get pinned on me because now we have another dog to train to be around cats. plus nixon [thats the new dog's name] has a skin condition that requires medication andasskfskllfska. at least the food and meds get paid for i guess.
anyways, they dropped nixon off here this morning and he's sweet but----a lot to handle. and he aint small. 90 pound motherEr
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