Last week, I lost my ring. It's one of Kristin Laing's kimono fabric rings. I love it and I wear it just about every day. It has a lot of sentimental value to me, because Shea gave it to me for our first Valentine's Day, and he happened to pick out the exact one I wanted--he bought it at Eliza Page and I had just tried it on there about a month earlier.
So anyway, I lost it last Tuesday. I was getting changed in the bathroom at work, because I was headed to a yoga class on my lunch break. My purse was sitting on the floor and I dropped the ring in the front pocket. Later that afternoon, I went to put it back on again, and it was not there! I emptied my whole purse, shook it out, etc. and couldn't find it. I actually did this three times. I checked the lost and found at work and then at the yoga studio. I looked everywhere in the house and my car.
On Sunday, I decided to think positively about it. When I woke up, I thought "This is the day when I find my ring," and all day I imagined it back on my finger. In yoga class that night, when I set my intention, I had finding the ring in mind.
So I went home from yoga and we were about to go to the store, and for some reason I decided to check my purse again (the one I had completely emptied three times), and there it was. It was tucked into the corner of the front pocket, right where I had dropped it the week before.
I was so excited! It was like Christmas. And I think it was so weird that that happened immediately after class, too.
I am having the worst luck getting a dog. I found one that was PERFECT from a rescue group. I filled out the application online, one of the people from the group got in contact with me, and everything seemed to be going great! She said they would check references, etc. and then schedule a home visit. A day or two later I get an e-mail from someone else at the rescue group, saying they need my landlord's phone number. I replied that evening and said that I would get it back to her ASAP (I never call my landlord so I don't know her number or have it handy. I was planning to ask Shea). Well, the next morning I get an e-mail back that says that they received another application for the dog we wanted and "since the other application didn't have any questions" they went ahead and scheduled a home visit with them. Keep in mind that the only "question" on my application was my landlord's phone number. And they gave me less than one day to get it to them. They had everything else, including names and numbers of references. I was so mad! They could have at least given me a day or two before giving the dog to someone else. We have looked at a few rescue groups and the other ones at least say "application pending" on the dog's profile, or they tell you when you ask about the dog that someone has already applied. Ugh. I just wanted to cry when I read that.
Sorry about that little rant. Apparently the kinds of little fluffy dogs that I like are hard to come by as rescues. So I think the dog plans are on hold for now.
Some good news, though--we got a Gentle Leader collar for Reggie and it's amazing! It kind of looks like a muzzle but it's not. We took him for a walk last night and I was actually able to walk him with no tension on the leash! This is so awesome because Reggie needs exercise, and I go walking on the trail most days, but I haven't been able to take him with me because I am pretty much dragged the whole way, with me going "Reggie, heel!" over and over and him wishing his little fingers could bend so he could give me the finger.
xoxo,
s