The Foster Chronicles: Tulip, Week 20

Day 1

It’s only 89 degrees at 4:00pm. There’s a pretty good cloud cover and a tiny breeze. We do the long loop, and it’s actually not terrible. Halfway through, the sun comes out. And it’s terrible.

Day 2

I’m tired and depressed, and I have been for a while. Maybe I need to adjust my amino acids? Or maybe I should just stop drinking my feelings, which is what I’ve done six times in the last month. (That’s a lot for me. I usually drink two or three times a year.)

Nonetheless, the stress of the crate-and-rotate routine is wearing on me. I email the organization asking for strategies to get Tulip adopted.

Day 3

I wake up bleary-eyed from not going to bed on time again. At the same moment I reach down to grab Tulip’s bowl, she jumps up to say good morning and cracks my chin with her skull. I come very close to hitting my foster dog. But I don’t. Then she pees on the deck. And I still don’t hit her. Good thing she’s fucking adorable.

The org emails me and suggests, amongst other things, I make a Facebook page for her. So I do. (Like it! Share it!)

Late-night 2.5 miles. Gorgeous.

Day 4

Another 2.5 miles after sundown. Less than 90 degrees is so much better than more than 90 degrees.

Day 5

Friends come over! Tulip does The Tulip Dance, and it goes a little something like this:

Smooch,
snuggle,
loving gaze,
wag yourself
in half!
I love you.


Love makes Tulip smile.

Day 6

Redford and Violet register their displeasure at the level of affection being given them with an early-morning intervention.

Day 7

Tulip registers her displeasure at the distribution of peanut butter with an impassioned speech.

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