I haven’t posted in ages. We have to move in under 6 weeks to an unknown location, preferably in the Southeastern or Mid-Atlantic regions. We had to make a decision about renewing our lease back in February. It expires the day after my husband’s grad school graduation and we were not otherwise permitted to extend. My work needed a decision about the 2013-2014 school year back in March. Since we don’t have a mortgage, kids, etc. now seemed like a good time to relocate.
While we love our current town, we don’t think we’re meant to settle down here. Coming from a few miles outside of a rapidly growing farm town with one liquor license, no stop light, one fast food restaurant since 1990 (Subway), where bank tellers and the UPS guy knew who I was dating and when I was getting married through the grapevine, I’m not quite sure why Clemson is considered a small town. That said, we’re just as far from major shopping here as we were back in PA.
I get some crazy cabin fever if I haven’t seen hills or corn for a few months. (You might be a country girl when you alter your commute to see sheep and cows.) My husband is convinced that none of the farms around here are farms because they mostly have livestock and not corn. When we visit home in the summer – which, sadly, we don’t get to do this year – both the dogs and humans hang their heads out the window once off the highway to take in the sweet smells.
We’ll probably end up living in a town or suburbs until we buy a house, but would love to end up in a rural area outside of a small to medium city. We decided to take a leap of faith and it sure has been a leap. I don’t know where this fall will take us, but I’m scared and excited to find out.
We’ve gotten a few calls about Edwin recently – he had a meet and greet Sunday and another is scheduled for tomorrow. It would be most ideal for him to find his forever home home before we move rather than being shuffled around, but we’ll wait and see what happens.
If you follow us on Facebook, you may have seen this picture already. My sister’s boyfriend’s cat escaped off his balcony Saturday night. If you have friends in Northern Virginia (D.C. metro area) please share her picture. She is an indoor-only cat and unfortunately, his other cat is the one with the microchip. They have been hanging signs, contacting shelters and rescues, going out searching, and put out a humane trap. Unfortunately, people are taking down their lost cat signs in the next neighborhood over.
Today, we finally got close enough to take a picture of Pretty Girl, a stray who has been in our neighborhood since November. She hasn’t gotten pregnant so she might be spayed, but I would bet she has heartworms by now. We blew our shot at catching her months ago, but since then she has been hanging out down the road where people have been feeding her scraps. The property manager where she has been hanging out has called Animal Control multiple times without result. When she showed up this morning, she was less skittish than usual. We had to work hard to shoo her away so a neighbor could back out of the driveway when she used to run at the sight of a car or the moment a person approached, but we managed to get some good quality kibble in her first.
If we can manage to catch her or get our hands on a humane trap, we need to figure out a plan for her first. I’m not sure whether Crossroads would have room currently – they are up to 40+ dogs, 20+ cats, and several horses and I believe there may still be some litters doing their quarantine period. We always seem to find animals right after they double, triple, or quadruple the number of animals in the rescue. Not every foster home is up for rehabbing a now-feral dog and we won’t be able to take her in ourselves since we’re moving.