Sem pripravljen na psa?

Sej to že skoz ponavljam, da je odvisno od psa.

Jst tud (se ponavljam namreč).

Tapervercki.. moje mnenje je le eno - nehaj komplicirati. Vsak ti lahko pove svoje izkusnje vendar sama dobro ves, da so si psi razlicni. Jaz verjamem, da se bo Foxy imela pri tebi lepo in da si ji zmozna nuditi cimvec..
Manj bos komplicirala, bolj se bo postimalo v pravo smer. Srecno

AjBeLePu, zamujaš. Taperverčkova se je odločila, da ne bo šlo, ampak Foxy ima pa že tudi nov dom.

Ima zagotovljenega, je pa še pri meni

Aja? Sem prek mobilca tako da mi je oprosceno

Z glavo skozi zid ne gre. Če je toliko pomislekov, potem bi mi moralo biti že v štartu jasno, da NISEM pripravljena. Za nobeno muco nisem nič komplicirala in sem se strašno veselila njihovega prihoda.
Sem pa zelo vesela, da ima srčica nov dom, kjer ji bo dosti lepše kot cel dan čakat name.

Sem očitno narobe brala, da sem prešla na 12 ur. Do maksimalno 10 ur so sami tudi moji in je vse okej, tudi lulat včasih ne gredo takoj, ko pridemo domov ampak šele čez do 1/2 ure.
Problemi se pričnejo, če se zaradi višje sile , kar je zares samo parkrat letno, včasih še to ne, malenkost zamudimo. Jaz sem večinoma razen tistih parkrat točna, moža včasih zadrži služba, ne jedo, se ne igrajo, samo s pokončnimi ušesi prisluškujejo kdaj se bo pripeljal.Ko sva končno oba doma pa je veselica do poznega večera .

Taperverčki, te čisto razumem. Veseli me, da si se hitro odločila za spremembo (da gre nazaj), da se ni preveč navezala. Se dogaja, eni so za pse, eni ne. Če je pa še čas tukaj, je že malo težje.

PES KOT NOVOLETNO DARILO


'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
With no thought of the dog filling their head.
And mamma in her nightie, and I in my cap,
Knew he was cold, but didn't care about that.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Figuring the dog was free and into the trash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of midday to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Santa Claus - his eyes full of tears.

He unchained the dog, once so lively and quick,
Last years Christmas present, now thin and sick.
More rapid than eagles he called the dog's name.
And the dog ran to him, despite all his pain;

"Now, DASHER! Now, DANCER! Now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
On, COMET! On CUPID! On, DONNER and BLITZEN!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Let's find this dog a home where he'll be loved by all"

I knew in an instant there would be no gifts this year,
For Santa Claus had made one thing quite clear,
The gift of a dog is not just for the season,
We had gotten the pup for all the wrong reasons.

In our haste to think of giving the kids a gift
There was one important thing that we missed.
A dog should be family, and cared for the same!
You don't give a gift, then put it on a chain.

And I heard him exclaim as he rode out of sight,
"You weren't given a gift -- You were given a life!"