The Packing Game
After helping Matt settle into his new place on Thursday and Friday, I started focusing on finishing up my packing for my big move this week. When we arrived at the old condo on Saturday, we both said that it looked like nearly everything was packed so there wouldn’t be much left to do.
Yet by Sunday afternoon, I was still packing. True, time was spent in between assembling furniture and working on my homework assignments. But this happens to me every time I move. I get all optimistic that I’m nearly done…yet have loads more to do. It’s a good thing I’m not a procrastinator.
Oh, and funny (yet annoying) story: You may recall that my parents were taking care of Dusty (the Shih Tzu) while we were selling the condo and prepping to move. The plan was for them to take her until we finished. Matt was going to try and find a place to live that accepts pets and we’d all live happily ever after. Well, the day before Thanksgiving, Matt found a place that didn’t accept pets. So, I went to the Cape for Thanksgiving hoping that my parents would have become so attached to Dusty over the previous month that they couldn’t bear giving her away. But I got to the Cape to find that Dusty had been hell on wheels (OK, paws). Her hyperness (and the difficulty in having her stand still to get her dog collar on) caused my 75 year old Dad to pull his back out – to the point that his Thanksgiving was spent lying down. The last time his back went out he developed this peculiar condition that nealry paralyzed him from the waist down for 4 months. My parents said they didn’t think they would be able to care for Dusty.
So, Matt announced to the world that we were seeking adoptive parents for Dusty. Within a week, a co-worker of Matt’s said that she was interested. It was a perfect match. They had a Shih Tzu that recently died (of old age)…and the mother recently lost her husband and was seeking companionship. It was perfect! We were all set for them to meet and adopt Dusty yesterday.
In the meantime, Dusty managed to eat a wild mushroom while on a walk. She got violently sick and then stopped eating and drinking for days. Scared, my parents brought her to the vet. Everything is fine now, but the situation made my parents realize that they have become too attached to Dusty to get rid of her. I then had to call the potential adoptive parents on Saturday to break the news to them that my parents were going to keep her after all. It was the hardest call I’d hate to make in a long, long time. They were so eager to meet Dusty.
Still, in a selfish way I’m glad that Dusty is staying in the family and that I’ll be able to see her when I visit my parents.
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