Various things going on.
First, it’s still cold, but the weather should start warming up to normal winter weather starting tomorrow. With rain starting Monday, that should get rid of the remainder of the snow (except possibly the piles in the corners of the parking lots). Maybe the heaters will be able to keep up again.
The neighbor downstairs dog had puppies about six weeks ago. Twelve of them. Amazingly in that time, they go from furry little tubes (all I could see of them when they were nursing) to adventuresome pups who can climb the stairs and get into all sorts of things they aren’t supposed to. (Two of them can, anyway. I’m not sure about the rest of them.)We’re going to have to make doubly sure that we keep the gate closed so they don’t come into our living area.
They are totally cute. Their mother is smart, and oh so eager to please, so we are hoping that the pups are as well. Just hoping he can find homes for them all soon, where they will be loved and cared for, and have plenty of space to run.
Our dog died this past spring, and we neither desire nor can afford to take on a new one. Especially one we have to housebreak. Its bad enough the times we get stuck caring for the downstairs dog without being asked.
I sound rather like a curmudgeon there, don’t I?
Well, I’ve been called worse names.
I understand why you didn't want another dog. I didn't get another one after I lost my Jesse in '22. I want to be able to take little weekend trips, and not have to worry about boarding a dog. Honestly, I didn't want another cat, either, but when my across the street neighbor passed away, I took his in. His family was going to take her to the pound, and it is a kill shelter. I couldn't let that happen.
I can totally understand the reason to not want to have a pet after a very loved one passes away and you get sort of used to not having one around. Now that my Furby passed away, my son has been bugging in earnest for us to get a dog or a cat. (Especially a cat.).