AHAHAHAHA! I know, I know, but I couldn’t help it. Okay, alright. I went Rogue. You know more like this:
Meaning I decided I had too much to do to run off to Argus just yet. I had to acquire Broot!
Yay! Thank you wolfgangcat, I couldn’t have done it without you. I then went back into the sewers with my withered trying once again to obtain a Fox mount. Nope.
I was really bummed that Cat dilly-dallied so long that she missed the Trial of Style. Not to be deterred she decided to get in on the mog action and do a Cat Mog.
Very nice Cat! We set off to Argus. I … er … had a little trouble telling who was me. I didn’t recognize us in the crowd, I kept forgetting she was no longer white and feathered. Maybe that’s how I managed to fall off the side of the mountain and become trapped way down there.
It’s all good though, while Cat was fumbling around down there, look! Pets to battle! Cat got her very own Bilescourge, so all in all, time well spent. She can save everyone next visit.
Over here in real life I have managed to get to the point that I think, think, it might be safe to find a new family member. I didn’t want to subject a dog to a crazy human breaking out in sobs every so often but I think I’m ready. What little did I know.
Fourteen years ago, although Mikey came from a breeder, Isabel was from a rescue group. Apparently things have changed in those fourteen years. At first I thought maybe this is something local. Maybe Northern Virginia rescues are different from other areas of the country. So of course I googled.
Welp, looks like it’s not just NOVA. This is one of many articles I found. Yep, we are too old. We don’t have a fenced yard. Our driveway shows evidence of having had an invisible fence at one time. UNFIT! UNFIT!
I want animals to be protected and I appreciate people caring this much but they have our vet’s contact info and if ANYONE could give you the dirt on us it would be our vet of over 25 years. Why don’t they start there.
It seems to defeat the purpose of rescues if you force people to go to breeders to acquire a dog. I had wanted to “rescue” an existing dog but it’s not looking good. I know our dog is out there, just got to find them. I keep checking the back yard to see if someone may have wandered in looking for us.
Oh yeah, I”m pretty sure I’ll get back to Argus to help out soon. Really. Well, depending on which Grand Master Pet Tamers are up. After that I’m REALLY going to help out. Honest.
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