This is Scully, a German Shepherd and I’m going to go check her out tomorrow at the Humane Society. She is beautiful, isn’t she? In my heart I really want to rescue a dog from being euthanized or kept in a pen for months and months, but it’s a little scary to just blindly take home a pet when you don’t know its background. I called today and tried to pry some information out of a woman on the phone, but I guess you never really can tell much about an animal that’s been found as a stray. I find myself praying for a strong “gut feeling” when I see her- a clue to whether she is what I want. If I do take her home tomorrow, I’ll have a 2 week trial period in which I can slowly and safely introduce her to my cat… I just don’t want to take chances when it comes to Cleo. I’ll keep you guys updated on how the visit goes.

Anyway… you’re thinking now, ‘Why doesn’t Sarah just go to bed?’ I had a reputation back-in-the-college-day for being an insomniac… which wasn’t exactly true. It sounded more cool than “girl who hates to go settle down and sleep.” Was I studying? No! I would stay up until sunrise at times, talking with other like-minded folks in our lobby, doing and saying the sorts of things you couldn’t get away with in the daytime. It was a grand meeting of souls and minds and there may have to be a more complex post (soon) on this secret society of night-dwellers. I sometimes feel a little like reliving that and having all the fun I can when I’m supposed to be in bed sleeping.