Riley was "fixed" yesterday, so he's spending the day relaxing in the luxury of his crate. Jasper is wildly excited to have his new companion home, so much so, he spends quality time staring into Riley's crate, wagging his stubby tail.
I am homebound with a cold, but still intercepting phone calls from Mountain High Facility and the Anchorage School District to try and figure out a way (c'mon, people, this just shouldn't be so complicated) to graduate Wolf from high school.
Yukon is still playing catch up from our trip to Hawaii, but now has planned a business trip to Barrow next week (I think I'd rather go back to Hawaii) to meet with the tribal college.
Bear is anxious about spring, and seems to relish driving us nuts lately. His teacher says all first graders become wild animals in February. I will choose to cling to her wisdom, and hope "this too, shall pass."
Maybe I'd really, really like to be shut up in my own crate for the solitude such a position will afford.
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School rules and regulations, it seems, are designed to drive the practical woman insane. On the bright side, you haven't jsut been fixed liek your pup, so there's a bright side to all the paperwork and cabin fever. Best of luck!
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