Shitty-Poo exactly, LOL. But regardless of the awfulness of yesterday, we still love our furry boy. He's "challenged" in a lot of departments, but he's filled with love and utterly devoted to us. I feel like he was sent to me for a reason, and I've learned a lot about patience and unconditional love during my tenure as "his person"... strange as it might sound, having a "special" dog has prepared me to be the parent of a special-needs child.
The cat, on the other hand, might be shipped down to South America to live with my brother soon. My life was entirely different when I agreed to take her in, but right now she feels like the Last Straw on far too many days. I hate to go back on my promise to take care of her, but I had no idea my life was going to become this hard, this fast.
I would offer to take your pup, but as Faraday is (a) a dictator in his own mind and (b) not particularly well housebroken either, I think it would be a mistake. However, if this really is becoming a serious problem, let's talk and see if maybe we can work something out.
I'm so sorry for your little girl, having to endure that much humiliation and alone for more than ten seconds! But she's clean and happy now, right? That's the important thing, that she survived without damage. Give her lots of extra hugs. Not because of this. Just because.
Maybe it's just a thing with these small dogs -- my parent still have trouble with their boys, too, especially when it's raining out. As frustrated as I was with Gizmo yesterday (ten on my scale of ten, seriously) I still love him enormously and am willing to put up with the occasional mess. Even the occasional HUGE mess. Rob and I just need to be more diligent, regardless of how tired we are.
I looked for you, too... what time were you around? I'd probably logged out by then to go watch Homicide (the quote at the top of my post had me laughing hysterically because DAMN, I have had some of those kind of days lately!)
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The cat, on the other hand, might be shipped down to South America to live with my brother soon. My life was entirely different when I agreed to take her in, but right now she feels like the Last Straw on far too many days. I hate to go back on my promise to take care of her, but I had no idea my life was going to become this hard, this fast.
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I'm so sorry for your little girl, having to endure that much humiliation and alone for more than ten seconds! But she's clean and happy now, right? That's the important thing, that she survived without damage. Give her lots of extra hugs. Not because of this. Just because.
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Maybe it's just a thing with these small dogs -- my parent still have trouble with their boys, too, especially when it's raining out. As frustrated as I was with Gizmo yesterday (ten on my scale of ten, seriously) I still love him enormously and am willing to put up with the occasional mess. Even the occasional HUGE mess. Rob and I just need to be more diligent, regardless of how tired we are.
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And the Isabel & the Poo story will get funnier every time it's retold. *g*
Looked for you last night, but no. No worries. I haven't added anything else to the story yet. Thank you for doing the first parts. :)
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