No, I didn’t really get abducted by aliens for my sexiness and good looks.

I have, however, been dealing with slight depression (still no prospects for a full-time J O B) and today I have the additional duty of taking Bradley back to Friends 4 Life.

Who is Bradley, you ask? He’s a very sweet, almost two year old retriever mix that gets along great with everybody, and really loves cats – especially with a side of ranch dressing for dipping.

That part about liking cats? Yeah – that’s the problem. Since we have five, it’s not fair to them to keep them cooped up in their room when they are accustomed to having free reign of the entire house. Cat training Bradley is beyond our means right now. We had started to kennel train him, but he is already housebroken and what was thought to be separation anxiety is more likely confinement anxiety. We know this because he chewed up the plastic tray liner that came with the kennel, folded the aluminum replacement tray like a piece of paper, and then chewed the bottom panel of the kennel apart to get out. Yes, he “tunneled” out of the crate. It was a good sturdy wire one, too – it managed to keep Sara contained as long as we were training her, and she’s no lightweight.

So, long story longer, Bradley is going back to the wonderful folks at Friends 4 Life so he can get an even better home next time around.

TMBWitW is really torn up about this – she managed to get very, very attached to this boy very quickly. I think she still misses Logan more than I imagined. Don’t get me wrong – I still miss Logan terribly, and have even called Bradley “Logan” a few times – but I am a Marine, and Marines don’t show emotion unless the Flag is involved.

We are going to go back to the plan of loving the furkids we have and keeping the numbers at about half of what they are now, eventually.

Well, it’s almost time to get loaded up. I’ll let you know how well it goes.

UPDATE: pretty darn smoothly. Bradley was just happy to be going for a car ride, and when he got to the shelter he jumped right out and figured Erika knew where he belonged. I’m gonna miss him.

Chat ya later…

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