Yesterday was a bad day to be a dog named Annabelle. Two families we know with dogs by that name had to put them down.
Our dogs, who were somehow (and much to my disappointment) miraculously spared by the storm, were sprung from their weekend in doggie jail and went to stay at Camp Granna. The trick now, is to get her to love them so much, she won’t ever send them back.
The adjuster told us his best guess on time line is 2-3 months. We’re looking for a rent house. We have a good chance of being back into something semi-permanent in a few days.
It feels like everything is being sent away or put on hold or put down all together. Don’t get me wrong, we’re grateful for our safety. The cold hard truth: we would make lousy pioneers. We like our rut and our routine. This is going to be rough on my little family.