arghh.

bobo is coming back..apparently he doesn't like men. oh well..i probably shouldn't have sent him out so quickly, i should have taken the time to get to know him but we are so full and i wanted a hurry happy ending story..just one easy peasey senior rescue....just for once in my life.

big sigh..good freaking luck wanting that.

AND..there is another old wrecked pound dog that i sort of said no/yes to. they had saints and another rescue on the intake request email..i said i would rather not cuz we are so full but if the other rescue couldn't help him, i guess that we will.

and i guessed right cuz he is coming tomorrow...the shelter has 25 dogs with only 20 kennels and this dog is apparently unadoptable..an old shepX, deaf, lumpy with a head tilt... the timing is becoming critical.

so shit..bobo and this old homeless hobo both in the very same day...someone just shoot me ok????

sometimes i wonder if there isn't an underground, secret telegraph system that automatically sends out a universal old homeless dog message..."hear ye, hear ye..saints had a death (or two)...quick, old dogs make a run for it so you can get in."

despite really missing riley and manny...i was kind of sadly content with the numbers going down a bit.

hobo (and bobo) damn well better NOT be pain in the butts!