It all happened in the blink of an eye. I was sitting alone in my, let’s call it a living room, when I received a text from my friend and former boss. She was inquiring about what my next move was; Was I planning to stay or go (from Tucson)? I was as honest as I could be and simply stated that it was still very much in the air. Moments later she called me and pitched me ‘the proposal.’ The next thing I knew, I found myself moving out of my apartment and moving in to her mom’s, whom would be staying in their family cabin in the northern woods of Wisconsin for the summer. Essentially, she needed someone to watch her house and care for her animals. Given my very recent hand surgery and knowing I would have to sit around for the summer attending rehab twice a week, I thought it was a dream scenario. I could save rent, rehab and sit around a nice house with superior air conditioning while I focus on my hand recovery. I ask, what more could a man want!?
Well, suffice to say, there are no free lunches in this world and I could’ve never foreseen the trouble three dogs, six goats and three tortoises could drum up. Naive? Perhaps. I really didn’t think it would be as much of an ordeal as it turned out to be. I’ve talked enough about it to friends and family to not want to go through it all here, but one thing I can say is that, despite the stress, of which there was plenty, I am both thankful and grateful for the experience. I learned a helluva lot about animals, but even more so about myself. And the best part of it all is that I added a great new friend to the mix. I don’t imagine that you’ll read this, Ms. B., but thank you for your generosity, kindness and patience throughout!
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