I have been feeling like this recently......
Decision time is up again....and there could only be one answer, either a swift "yes" or a stern "no". There is no hesitating "ermmmms" or "maybe....".
If my answer is such definite "YES!", why do I find myself surfing into http://www.petrescue.com.au/ every morning when I come to work?
If it's a "NO", then why does my chest feel so heavy as if I swallowed rocks and stones and stored them in my beating heart.
Chops...(now known as Coco) has been with us for 1 week now. It all started with the initial growlling she had for Rooney, the wound I found on Rooney's ears, the unsightly pee stain on my dear o' carpet, the alarm-clock-like barking every morning at 6 and the endless nightmare grrrrs she encounters every night. I swear there are times I feel as if I could strangle her right at those moments....
If all those had continued on, decision time would be an easy task for me. But hell NO! She saw improvement as days pass. No more pee on on my pitiful carpet, no more nasty growls at my poor boy, no more barking at night. Better still, Rooney manage to maintain that he's the boss and runs from afar to bang her down as if she was a bowling pin to show her that.
If the improvement was going well, then it would have been a BIG "YES". But again...HELL NO! It seem jinxed to praise her all the time. I've kept silent these few days since I realise she is fitting in but made a bad decision to break the news to her foster mum while on the phone with her last night. And then...it all crumbled apart, all the barking and pee-ing started again......
The only feeling I had was....
The foster mum is coming this Wednesday and it will be definite that among her many question will involve the ultimatum I have been running and hiding.....
* WHAT AM I GOING TO DO? *
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