Chihuahua.

Tomorrow I find out whether or not this Chihuahua who was picked up by the Carson shelter is mine or not... So far it seems very likely. I have had a sense of optimism and hope since all the phone calls between the shelter and me, my boyfriend and his brother, the dog sitter from hell. 

I've listed her missing on Craiglist... Registered with the shelter (they didn't call me by the way! I called them the minute I saw a listing for a short haired Chihuahua of 2 years age), had pictures printed so Tobiah can prove it's our dog, if it's our dog... 

Lord, I really hope it's her. I was so very sad on Friday when I found out she was missing. So out of control, so regretful. The two moms I have in my life, Sandi (my Mom-Mom) and Stevie, my boyfriends' mom, said basically the same thing - 'What did you learn?' 

I learned to trust my instincts, my gut and not fear or justification or other people's opinions over that instinct. I knew. I know I knew - and that ripped me up inside. I knew something told me "Keep Talia with you, take her to NJ. Take her, don't leave her here." But I, to be quite honest, was afraid I'd be seen as irrational and I didn't go with that feeling. It was like, I couldn't change my mind. 

Well, I CAN change my mind and I will practice being true to that inner voice next time. 

I'll also get my dog tagged, microchipped, spayed and try to either bring her or suck it up and pay for a reliable dog sitter next time! Lord... have mercy. 

Mercy on my little dog... mercy o me... I hope she makes it and it's her and she gets safely returned to me next week. Mercy, Lord.