It's eight weeks since I lost Fletcher, four weeks since I was tentatively offered the fluffy tri number.
Feels a lot longer.
Carole's been super busy- bitch at her place for breeding, she's having numerous trips to and from Canberra, as well as family stuff and being on a working farm- so I haven't had any further updates or photos about Scarlet and it's starting to make me antsy.
I know I'm being impatient, but I've gotten to the stage where all I can think is, "If I'm going to take her, I just want her up here" and cut out all of this waiting.
But that's not how it'll work, soooo… I need to be patient.
Fletch would have been nine months old today, too.
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