I'm feeling doomed at the moment; and "dumb" because, as is so often the case, it's my own doing.
When we lost the cat, we were sharply reminded of how expensive it is for us to be without cats. Really expensive; we live in the woods and the Peromyscuses are freaking everywhere, and breed like hyper-rabbits.
Then- the other house cat vanished. When he was gone for 4 days, we started to believe he was really gone; partly because this cat is a bit on the slow side, physically. If you push him off your chair, he'll land on his head, or back- not his feet. No reflexes; which is very dangerous in a forest full of owls and whatnot.
So; we started urgently talking about getting kittens; now, because of the need. And, baby animals are a lot of work; first they poop everywhere, then they climb everywhere, then they eat everything... lots of hours training.
And I thought to myself; hm; if we're going to have two; or three kittens inside, and be going through all that; maybe we should get the next puppy now, and do it all at the same time; won't be much more work, and we won't have to be stepping over (some of the time anyway) poop for two episodes; just one...
I talked my gullible family into it, and Spice was authorized to start looking. She didn't have to; immediately she said our friend at the shelter had called her a couple days ago, asking if we were ready for the next puppy (we knew we needed "more") - because she had a litter of Collie/German Shepherd crosses on hand, right down our ally. Pics on line.
Ok. Why not?
Then. In the next phone conversation it turns out that there are two sisters left of the litter; and they were scheduled for the end of the line next week; been held a month; no takers...
Crap. Ok, I said, to my gullible family- maybe we should take both sisters. Only have to go through all the puppy training stuff once, see... and I'd wondered about getting sibs from one litter; might be easier handling... maybe...
As the two puppies are being picked up- the wandering cat- came back. So, not quite so urgent to get the house kittens right this second; he's a good mouser, even though his reflexes are slow.
And right now, in day two of New Puppy world, I'm asking myself "What the hell were you THINKING!!"
Ah, well. A few more days of total exhaustion, what the hay. It'll get easier, right?