marvel

I haven't left the house (or this floor) since I went to that appointment. Just sitting here, bored as anything. I am still taking pretty heavy drugs for the pain, so my attention span is super short. I haven't finished my Christmas cards, nor have I done any cross stitch or crafting. I just don't have the oomph to stick with it. I haven't even read much, which is pretty surprising for me.

I'm paler than Heckler for the first time. I'm starting to look like a recluse, I think. The curtains are open in my room right now, but there is no sun on me.

I feel like I'm talking about my recovery too much (and I find it slow and boring, so I can't imagine what you must think of it ). Lemme tell you about something more interesting:

Buster:

A friend of Pagz was planning to move somewhere for approximately a year, and then possibly to the States and needed someone to look after her dog. Originally, she wanted someone to take him for just that year, but then she realized that it wouldn't be fair to give him to someone for that long and then take him back. Since I looooooooooooooooooooooooooooove pugs, Pagz suggested that we get in touch to talk about me taking Buster. We had him for a whole week as a trial run, and then for another weekend a little later in November while his "mom" was doing something for charity. This isn't an ideal time for me to have a new dog - I just had major major surgery, plus I have my two rejected foster kittens still. I talked it over with Heckler though and we decided to give it a go.


(taken pre-surgery)

Buster is currently curled up on a pillow on my lap, snoring away. He's super sweet and I love him to bits. The only thing I really worry about is the chance that his "mom" *might* come asking for him back in a year. I don't know that I'd be able to part with him. She said that it would "most likely" be permanent, but for now she doesn't know. It's kind of scary, but I'm hoping she sees how happy he is with us (and the kids, and the other dogs) and decides to let him stay.