At some point after about ten days home, the woman from the animal rescue where I had volunteered for many years told me that she wouldn't keep my dogs any longer. She wanted me to decide which of my three I wanted to keep and she would be putting the others up for adoption. Now I was hurt and sick too. I contacted my NJ groomer and she picked up my three. It was a big relief. I still could not bear any weight on my foot and could not even handle the two steps I had going into my family room. Needless to say, I missed my family but I knew I couldn't handle caring for them even if they were here.
Fast forward another seven weeks and I drove to get my gang, and bring them home. My groomer saved my life and my pups too and I will never forget her kindness. I gifted her for her trouble but no amount of money would have compensated her for the selflessness she showed.
Once the pups were home my life improved. I had to get out to buy their food and mine and once the big cast came off I was better able to cope.
Summer was approaching and I wanted to volunteer at Tanglewood. I have a cousin who has had a second home in the area for years. She suggested that there was a long waiting list for that. Nonetheless, I interviewed with someone who was maybe 20, who asked me where I saw myself in five years? It was difficult not to laugh in her face, but I persisted. That year and for three thereafter I was a program person, meaning I verbally welcomed folks and handed them a program. The woman I reported to was and is a witch but has been there forever. I no longer work for her but am still at Tanglewood, now as a ticket taker. To be continued................
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