* We had to take Joey back to the shelter. He's an amazing dog, house trained in three days, very smart and loving, but he is a high energy dog and I am not a high energy person. He was bored, even though we got him as much activity as we could, and I just know this isn't a good home for him. He need a herd of sheep or lots of kids to play with, a nice yard or something. He needs more than we can currently give him, so we made the gut-wrenching decision to take him back and give him the chance to find a more suitble home. I made sure the sheler people understood that he didn't do anything wrong, that it's my fault, my limitations. I still feel like the most horrible person on the face of the earth, though.

* Finally saw a dr about my foot problems (the ones beyond the ingrown toenail stuff.) She gave me antibiotics to kill the infection in the toes, and already they feel tons better, they're not burning as much, and I'm just not having as much nerve pain as I have been. Could it really be this simple? I'm getting them xrayed later, so we'll see what kind of damage I've done that way by walking abnormally for almost a decade. I'm cautiously optimistic at this point, whereas I've been paranoid for months and months about this. Wish me luck.