Monday, February 9, 2015

Doggies On The Road

My new life of vagrancy required a couple things to become a reality: a reliable vehicle and and bunch of swag for the dogs. None of their harnesses or collars fit right, and I ended up with a strange mix of dog crates.

With the help of my sister and a mechanic friend, I had lots and lots of work done on my Suburban. It's 12 years old, but I'm the original owner and mostly only drove it on the freeway, which is why it only has 45k miles on it. Plenty for new adventures. We rebuilt the entire suspension and gave it new plugs, filters, belts, etc. and checked out the rest. I used to have so much more money than time, so I never actually cared about any of my vehicles. But now that I'm broke and essentially homeless, I can totally see the positive side of owning a low mileage vehicle that I paid 46 grand for with the ridiculous payment I paid on it for so long. Now it drives like new, and I'm all set to decide where to go and what to do for my life 2.0.

It aint much, but it's mine

Zoey, Spot, Ty and Smokey are all doing great at my sister's house in our little room in the basement. Spot and Zoey are not where they should be socially, mostly due to my health issues. I just wasn't able to spend time with them trying to care for my wife, do my job and take care of a huge house.

Now that all the balls I was juggling came down on my face, I'm looking at a new future where I can spend the time with my doggies. Now I can go to the dog park and take my pooches on play dates with their own ilk.

There's no way someone can go through what I've been through without plenty of time locked in a room feeling sorry for himself like I did for several months. I held onto all the strings as tight as I could for as long as I could, and now there's nothing pulling on me. It's a little disorienting, but liberating at the same time. My head is almost screwed on straight now and I'm definitely pointed forward.

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