Yes...me...I'm going mental.
I thought I had made the decision, finally, to get another dog.
Molly has been gone for 8 months now...and I know I can give another dog a wonderful, loving home.
I've picked him out. I've named him. I am supposed to pick him up Saturday. I've convinced my parents to adopt one of his sibs...just like we planned.
And I'm having second, third, fourth and fifth thoughts.
And above all, I have to ask myself,
Why can't I ever be happy with what I have?
Why must there always be "something else?"
I don't know what to do. I am so afraid that Gus and Mag will not react well to a new pup...that over the last eight months, they have become so accustomed to being a pair instead of a pack, that they won't be happy with triangulating the situation.
Or maybe this will be the best thing ever. The ambiguity is killing me.
I saw a client yesterday who is struggling with ambiguity too...and I've decided that it is really a challenge to the psyche because it keeps you from taking the next step...it is what makes you stuck.
So I'm stuck and I've got three days to decide what I'm going to do...yes I know there will always be an opportunity for other dogs who need homes...I just wish someone or something would give me a sign...(hint hint hint)
On another note, I'll blog tomorrow about my final package from my secret pal...
Any advice about the situation would be appreciated...