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beansideIt's Sunday! Shit, where did Saturday go?
We had a very good day on Saturday, actually. We got up, and were sitting, preparing for Marchen, and at 11am, Jess saw that the dog, Banjo, was going to be at a Fall festival 20 minutes from us. We postponed game and jumped in the car and drove like a mad person, terrified that in the time it would take us to get there, someone would steal him from us.
It turned out to be a pretty big festival. We parked and hopped on a tractor-pulled wagon for the ride to the festival. The festival was in Hereford, which in MD has it's own micro climate. At home was on the edge of being cool, with a light breeze. Hereford was downright chilly and windy as fuck, so even with a sweater on, I was freezing. It was a very nice festival. We would have never found the stall without Jess noticing that there was another whole section, but finally we were there, and I saw little Banjo sitting quietly in his crate.
He was darling, and small and we introduced ourselves and immediately plopped on the ground in front of the stall. He was sadly very overwhelmed by the sights and sounds (they were relatively close to the stage) and did not want to come over for attention, but we sat there for a bit and talked to his best friend Daisy.
One thing the picture I posted did not show is that this dog has a pretty solid underbite.
Is that not adorable?
I asked for a application and we went to eat, and I filled it out right then, and emailed it back. Then, before we left, we stopped back and dropped off a donation, and again cooed over everyone. The rescue owner mentioned that most people who say they're coming to see a dog do not follow through, so it was very nice to see that we had. (Hopefully that's a promising sign. Also, apparently Daisy is normally a very standoffish dog, but she came right over to us and demanded love.) I'm assuming we won't hear back until at least midway through the week, since they have to call our references and our vet to make sure we're good parents.
After that, we headed home and played Marchen, which was super fun, and ended on a thoroughly heartbreaking moment thanks topoisontaster as her rogue begged the goddess for a moment to see her kidnapped son one last time.
I ended a little early because by then my back had started to really hurt, probably from walking on the uneven ground at the festival, or the jouncing in the wagon ride to the festival. Turned out, Jess had a migraine starting, so that was a good choice. The rest of the day was spent relaxing and occasionally looking at each other and softly saying Banjooo!
Today, my back is in full revolt, and it is uncomfortable to stand, sit or lay down. I'm supposed to DM, but unless it feels much better, I don't think that is going to happen.
It'll probably be a low-key day relaxing and babying it. The festival is still going on today, but we agreed that going back to see Banjo again would be stalkery behavior. I want to, though. I really want to, despite the pain. Also, I do think the wagon might kill me if I tried. So quiet day, and tomorrow back to the madhouse. I'm waiting to order the dog crate off Amazon, but I'm tempted. I found a very cute one that's meant to be a side table. I think it'll be perfect for next to the bed. That way the dog has a safe place, but can also sleep near until it feels comfortable enough to get on the bed with us. Then, it will only be used while we're out. Once we trust them, they can have the run of the house.
Okay, time to drink some coffee and wait for the ibuprofen to kick in. Everyone have an amazing Sunday!
We had a very good day on Saturday, actually. We got up, and were sitting, preparing for Marchen, and at 11am, Jess saw that the dog, Banjo, was going to be at a Fall festival 20 minutes from us. We postponed game and jumped in the car and drove like a mad person, terrified that in the time it would take us to get there, someone would steal him from us.
It turned out to be a pretty big festival. We parked and hopped on a tractor-pulled wagon for the ride to the festival. The festival was in Hereford, which in MD has it's own micro climate. At home was on the edge of being cool, with a light breeze. Hereford was downright chilly and windy as fuck, so even with a sweater on, I was freezing. It was a very nice festival. We would have never found the stall without Jess noticing that there was another whole section, but finally we were there, and I saw little Banjo sitting quietly in his crate.
He was darling, and small and we introduced ourselves and immediately plopped on the ground in front of the stall. He was sadly very overwhelmed by the sights and sounds (they were relatively close to the stage) and did not want to come over for attention, but we sat there for a bit and talked to his best friend Daisy.
One thing the picture I posted did not show is that this dog has a pretty solid underbite.
Is that not adorable?
I asked for a application and we went to eat, and I filled it out right then, and emailed it back. Then, before we left, we stopped back and dropped off a donation, and again cooed over everyone. The rescue owner mentioned that most people who say they're coming to see a dog do not follow through, so it was very nice to see that we had. (Hopefully that's a promising sign. Also, apparently Daisy is normally a very standoffish dog, but she came right over to us and demanded love.) I'm assuming we won't hear back until at least midway through the week, since they have to call our references and our vet to make sure we're good parents.
After that, we headed home and played Marchen, which was super fun, and ended on a thoroughly heartbreaking moment thanks to
poisontaster as her rogue begged the goddess for a moment to see her kidnapped son one last time. I ended a little early because by then my back had started to really hurt, probably from walking on the uneven ground at the festival, or the jouncing in the wagon ride to the festival. Turned out, Jess had a migraine starting, so that was a good choice. The rest of the day was spent relaxing and occasionally looking at each other and softly saying Banjooo!
Today, my back is in full revolt, and it is uncomfortable to stand, sit or lay down. I'm supposed to DM, but unless it feels much better, I don't think that is going to happen.
It'll probably be a low-key day relaxing and babying it. The festival is still going on today, but we agreed that going back to see Banjo again would be stalkery behavior. I want to, though. I really want to, despite the pain. Also, I do think the wagon might kill me if I tried. So quiet day, and tomorrow back to the madhouse. I'm waiting to order the dog crate off Amazon, but I'm tempted. I found a very cute one that's meant to be a side table. I think it'll be perfect for next to the bed. That way the dog has a safe place, but can also sleep near until it feels comfortable enough to get on the bed with us. Then, it will only be used while we're out. Once we trust them, they can have the run of the house.
Okay, time to drink some coffee and wait for the ibuprofen to kick in. Everyone have an amazing Sunday!
