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Wednesday, October 28, 2020

I got a text from Britney, my boss before I even woke up. She was asking if I would be able to cover 8-close that night. Once I got a bit woken up, I texted Dave to see if he’d be able to have Casey since my boss was wanting me to cover a shift. He said he could, so I let her know that I could cover it. I was glad to be able to pick up an extra shift and help out.

I picked out some dog stuff at Walmart and got a few other things as well. I was pretty set that I’d be getting a dog, a medium-sized dog. But, I didn’t want to go overboard. I got a couple bowls and a leash.

After school, Casey and I went to meet a Redbone Coonhound named Cassie. We found out her story while we were there. She was very scared of us, but we were able to give her some treats.

Her previous owner was a couple. When the couple broke up, the girl split and left Cassie and her sibling with the guy. The guy locked them in a kennel and wouldn’t let them out. They were malnourished and dehydrated and very scared of people. But in time, Cassie grew fond of her foster family and was improving greatly, but still wary of new people.

After we spent a bit of time with Cassie, we made arrangements to see her again the next day and headed home. Dave picked Casey up and I got ready for work.

Work went well, everything got done on time again. The truck had gotten there about an hour before, so all that stuff was mostly done as well. Brenda and I were actually able to spend some time chatting, but not too much because there’s always work that can be done.

I actually got a text from Brad! He apologized and said he’d been dealing with his shit. So it was PTSD-related. I explained that I was at work, but asked if I could see him after, which would be about an hour after the text was sent. He said yes, and we agreed on my place.

He was telling me about the problems he was having with his neck from Sunday — Tuesday. They injected a large dose of a painkiller into his ass, which he was not thrilled about. But it obviously helped if he was able to come over.

I told him I’d been looking at dogs and had met one that day, and he said that I should wait. Wait for what, exactly? Wait until Spring when I don’t have to take it out in the cold? What difference would one winter really make? Wait for something to do with him? What, is he going to suddenly ask me to move in with him? Lol, not likely. Wait for what, then?

We kept chatting for a short while, then headed to bed. I got extra snuggles from him, which was nice and much needed.

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