Week two is fully upon me and this is rough stuff. My everything is sore and I have exactly six blisters scattered across my toes, but alas, my new shoes arrived in the mail today and I just can't wait to try them out. I still think this is the best job ever, just not the best week in the best job ever. I have, however, managed to make friends with most of the dogs that wanted only to kill me last week. And I just can't say enough about my co-workers. I really didn't know that so many wonderful people could be contained in one place. Each and every one of them brings something great to the table and they've not only answered every single question I've asked of them, but they seem happy to help me and go out of their way to do so. I've never felt so welcomed to a new job and it makes all of my aches and pains seem a little less.
On the home front: We are missing a dog. The kids went out to feed the dogs two days ago and didn't shut the gate tight. The dogs escaped and we weren't too worried because this happens often. But then they didn't come home. Artie showed up the next morning, looking worn out and worried, but no Teeyl. We've searched high and low and called humane societies in all surrounding areas but no Teeyl. I don't know where else to look, but I am fully open to suggestions. Kyler randomly steps out the back door, calls for his dog, then comes back inside all teary-eyed and unable to speak.
I think this is all I have to report. I'm too tired to think and as you can plainly see, this is not the best week we've ever had (nor the worst, but I truly prefer 'best weeks'). I'm sure that next week will be better.
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