In my own defense, I did hesitate. Then I agreed to meet him and, well, my heart lurched this way and that, a large, pink cloud of maternal warmth rose up around me, my melatonin levels elevated and it was over in a second.
It is a foster doomed to failure.
I'm going to call him Schatzie (roughly translated from the German for "Little Treasure" or "Little Sweetheart").
|Ain't he cute?|
It was a very fun-filled weekend, chaos or not. Friends from Central NY, who I have not seen in ages, were wonderful. They were the breeders of my original Icelandic sheep, and are dog whisperers. That turned out to be very helpful. We had a ball - non-stop talking, dinner out, more talking. Then Schatzie met my parents (giving Scrappy and Lovey a rest), my two tweenie chicks learned to put themselves to bed at night (hallelujah again!), Lovey was left out of her crate multiple times when I drove off and nothing got shredded (hallelujah yet again!), I got my currants picked, grape vines covered in netting, chicks all sorted, laundry done, and harvested my first broccoli from my plants in my garden extension (a corner of my neighbor's garden). It was a very satisfying weekend.