Oh, how we have missed you. We thought it would be easy to quit you. We thought that with everything going on, we’d forget about you for a little while. We moved, after all. To a new state. Halfway across the country. We took a two-week road trip in California. Moved into a house full of boxes. We had Big Things on our minds. You should have been pushed out of our brains.
And yet. I couldn’t get you out of my mind. We bid our Curious Georgia farewell in DC just days before we took off for our road trip, and got our pit bull fix at BAD RAP and Hikeabull just days after we arrived in California. And as our return — and subsequent drive to our new home base in Austin — drew near, I got the fever. The foster fever.
So we got here, found the essentials in a mountain of boxes (coffee maker, underwear, cell phone chargers, dog treats . . .), and immediately started to get restless. I would think about sweet little pit bull noses, and my leg would start to twitch. I would think about warm little pit bull bellies, and my fingers would itch. I would see a pit bull riding in the back of a car, and my face would break out into a big grin. I would clear a spot for our foster crate in the guest bedroom, and my heart would flutter. Fostering, we missed you so. When could we start anew?
We got home from a Thanksgiving trip last night, and this marks our first full week in Austin since our move — seems like a good time to start a new adventure. So fostering, we’re finally reunited. And it feels so good.