I am not brilliant at expressing my emotions in person, I am much better at doing so in writing. This blog post has very little to do with adoption, and is admittedly a little self-indulgent. I write it for me, you may read it if you want.
During our blip one of the minor reasons that was first suggested as to why we wouldn’t be a suitable family for our children was that we had two dogs. For the time being I will ignore the fact that this was stated in our Prospective Adopters Report and that we were initially approached by Social Services about the children and not the other way around.
Well, that was a productive weekend. On Friday we went to a training day entitled “Introduction to Adoption Day”, it was like being at school again. They had us and all the other prospective adopters sitting at tables in a horseshoe arrangement with three social workers and an outreach worker at the front talking to us. It was quite informative and certainly a useful insight into what is to come next. We were put into groups a couple of times, with couples being split into different groups so we worked with people we didn’t know. The activities we were assigned
Working Day 3 of waiting for a response from the adoption agency (it might be 4 but I’m giving them the benefit of the doubt with regards to Royal Mail delivering the form). I thought I’d post some details about our dogs that the social worker that we spoke to seemed to take exception to us having. Our youngest dog, we’ll call him F, is just over 2 years old and we got him together from a puppy just before we moved into our current house and he is a working cocker spaniel. He’s a lot needier than our other dog,