So I called dear Karl, one of my favorite buyers of real estate. I've learned a lot from Karl and I admire him very much. He does some sort of social work and he houses, in his own home, people who need care.
We looked at lots of places. We met some interesting animals including a pig that we posed with and a dog who attacked me. Karl loved them all and wanted to buy each one, instantly. He showed his parents a couple of them and they totally said no and withdrew their financial support from his dream. He let it go for that summer and saved up enough of his own money to proceed without the help of his parents.
He struggled a bit with the decision in the end and my comment about the darling house under contract was, "You can pay that much for a car."
Done. He loves it and has made many excellent improvements.
Turns out it was a great call for Karl, too. I'll ask his permission before I relay any of what he said, but I think we were both helped by my call.
Then I talked to Ruby, George, Bobbi, Joan, Sue, Beth and the vets office. I have an appointment with Dr. Neil Story to examine an abandoned dog that someone else may not be able to keep. He is the perfect size and so handsome, plus he is two years old. I know it's a little soon to get a dog what with more chemo coming, but the doctor said walking is the best revenge. And I had no reactions or symptoms of nausea or pain in the first round of the aborted cycle. So maybe a dog now is a perfect timing.
Andy and I'd been talking about a dog: he wanted a pure Daschound and I want a doxy mix. I'm sort of surprised we never got a call from the ASPCA, where we registered for one of 71 Daschounds that had been rescued this "spring".
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