Let's not even talk about how going to Afghanistan doesn't do anyone any favors and we should really just stop the nonsense all together. But hey, I'm just some crazy wounded warrior wife with only my own horrible experience to base my opinion on, what the hell do I know?
We have dog news. Before we left, we worked out a situation for our beagle, Scooter. We can't call him ours anymore, because the foster has agreed to keep him. Scooter has been running free on a horse farm for months now, living a dog's dream life. Our next stop out of the hospital barracks is an apartment, probably followed by a condo, then maybe in 3 years we'll have our house with our yard. I can not in good conscience take Scooter away from a farm, filled with children (the foster is a horseback riding instructor) and other animals to play with and tons of scents to chase to live in an apartment. (New York worked because there was affordable doggy daycare ($60/week!) when I couldn't get him out. We were also supposed to be out of there by the end of this year, and we weren't going to settle for anything less than a fenced yard for our next post). I cried about "leaving" Scooter at the farm and expected Aaron to hate on me for even bringing it up. It turned out, though, he had been thinking the same thing for some time. The foster loves Scooter and had already thought all of this as well, and I think she was trying to figure out a way to ask us to leave him with her. So it was decided. Our small dog, Charlie Buckles, will come with us when we can get him. He is pug/rat terrier/chihuahua, and can be any type of dog we need him to be. The foster also knows that Charlie Buckles just loves humans and won't hurt too much to change back to
Alright, peoples. Hope everything is great and you're all having great weeks. Think a happy thought today- it's never as bad as it seems!