I realized this weekend that animal rescue is more important to me than I thought. I figured when we moved here, I would pretty much close that chapter of my life, leaving it behind in Oklahoma. I figured we'd attend events like we did before and maybe do some volunteering, but I really, really miss having a foster.
I told H and figured he'd be all, "HELL NO" to the idea, but he said let's talk to the people after he moves down here and see what we can do. I know if we say we want to foster, they'll give us one. Foster homes are what every rescue needs. Well, that and a boat load of cash.
So, we'll see what happens.
H has also started applying for jobs. As has been the case, most of the postings are for part-time work, but if he can get a pt job here, plus his online stuff, he'll be making what he was before, and it would be nice not to have to take a hit financially and for him to keep working. He loves this work, it's too bad he can't get settled into a full-time gig. If that happened, we'd start looking for a house, I am sure.
AND IF WE HAVE A HOUSE, I CAN HAVE ALL THE PUGS I WANT. <- not really, but I am going to say it anyways