It's been nearly a year since I had to send Spike to doggie heaven. This was hands down the worse thing that has ever occurred in my adult life. I will never truly get over his passing, but I am making peace with everything.

Over the last several months Fungi and I have been negotiating getting our future dog. We have agreed on a plan to raise the dog, and we're approved to foster puppies in our home. In the last couple of months it has flip and flopped between the two of us on who wants a dog more. I think we're finally on the same page and ready for it.

The foster visit went wonderfully, they came over to make sure we didn't have any cats stuffed in our closet. We are both allergic, so that wasn't the case. She brought over her amazing Foster dog, who suffers from a bit of sepearation anxiety. She didn't really tour the house, but asked if we were ready for puppies. We are going to foster two lab mix puppies around the first or second week of july, which should be pretty cool.

In any event, time wounds all heals. I said it that way on purpose. I am healing, and ready for the next step in life. A new doggie. Hooray!

SB