Candy Whiskey

I have two days off.  The Animal Shelter prepared an updated flyer. I will get them posted. This afternoon I will hike the mountain, hope Maggie hears me, and retrieve my jacket, which I left in hopes she would catch my scent. 

It's unusual for Maggie not to be spotted. I pray she's in someone's home. I know also that predators are a very real part of our beautiful community. So, I wait. 

Only one time in my life have I totally lost hope. I never again will totally lose hope.

Everything happens for a reason. Maybe I was isolating myself too much, and this is God’s way of getting me out in the community more. I've been out every evening for almost two weeks. Enough already. Dairy Queen probably knows my order by now. I purchased Foccacia tomato and basil bread last night...why?? It sounded good, made my mouth water. I have a pot of carrot ginger soup, chili from Whole Grocer, French onion soup, and I STILL picked up a bowl of chili from Wendy’s. Just because...I’m going to be a porker if I don't soon find Maggie. This emotional eating is destructive, to my britches. 

I swigged my candy whiskey last night, again (5ml or so 🙄) sip, I sipped. This is happening too often, though it's good, and makes me feel warm and fuzzy. 

Some of my colleagues (really stretching the ’everything happens for a reason’ thought process) swear I'm going to meet someone, a man. Couldn't that happen without Maggie going missing? If a man is the reason she's missing, he better get his butt in gear and find my puppy. And he better be a helluva man. He's wasting valuable time. 

My friends, you are the best. ♥️