I can’t do it. Can’t send Sheba to a new home.
She has started TALKING to me. I don’t know what she is saying, but she will vocalize up a storm. So Hilarious. When I tell her I don’t understand her, she will groan dramatically and turn her head.
So we will do whatever it takes to make it work. I will start taking her on more and longer walks.
Pulling on the leash isn’t such a bad thing, since I have COPD and she pulls me up hills and allows me to walk longer and farther than I could without her.
I will still be looking for the right home for her. But I’m not going to advertise. Will just pray for direction and that the right person show up in the right place at the right time. I will know when I meet them.
[on edit: 12/27: Sheba is staying. We are her forever home. There’s no way I could part with her.]