Crafty minds and wishful thinking have been hard at work to come up with one more stab at a plan to bring Reckless Clive and I together. There is a vet on the Samana Peninsula who does some work with helping out the homeless dogs in the area, and he was very happy to hear that I had decided to adopt one. I wrote to him tonight to ask his help in a map capped scheme that would involve getting Clive to him, preforming the needed surgeries and vaccinations, and then keeping her in the care of someone until I come back to visit the DR sometime in the early spring. Knowing full well that this is a lot to ask, I'm trying to not be too hopeful, but ultimately this may prove to be the best option overall. I certainly wasn't expecting to find a dog here to take back to Seattle with me, and I'm pretty much completely unprepared for such a thing. If this works out it'll give me the time I need to get ready for her arrival, rather than trying to throw things together at the last minute. It'll be less stressful for her and me both.
And if the vet won't agree to the mad capped scheme, well, I suppose I just have hope that she'll still be hanging around the same hotel next spring. Aye, aye, aye, do I ever give up?
Sometimes I feel like hope springs eternal, but the water it springs is 150 degrees and smells like sulfur.
1 comment:
Can you get her as far as PDX? She could stay here till you figure it out.
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