I'm being pushed to get another dog. People keep reminding me that it's almost a year, now, since I lost Midnight, and that it's high time I get myself another dog, now.
I don't want another dog! I don't even want hubby's dog, Rufus, with whom I'm stuck. I want my own dog, Midnight, back again!
I can't stand Rufus, and I do as little as humanely possible for him. He's truly a POX... being a Boxer/Pit Bull/Rhodesian Ridgeback mix. I let the animal out as necessary duing the day. I won't walk him; I can't; he's stubborn and disobedient. (well he is known to be severely learning-disabled) This may not be Rufus' fault... but I can't control him - so he spends a lot of his time in his crate (a large crate more than ample-sized for him). Rufus slobbers too much; it's disgusting. He stinks (b.o. and bad breath). He is a short-haired, almost bald thing, and he sheds like crazy. He makes paw prints on my 9-ft ceilings all the time, by jumping from floor to couch to ceiling and back again, repeatedly. He eats ANYTHING AT ALL - including solid oak furniture legs from antique 19th-century furniture, and poisonous things.
My vet has suggested that a German Shepherd or a Belgian Malinois is the right dog for me and my disabilities and my protective needs.
A neighbor down the street has a black Malinois, and there are several German Shepherd owners hereabouts, and I've spoken to them all.
I'm just not interested in another dog; I want my own Puppa back! Not a day gos by that I don't speak to Puppa (Midnight) on my living room mantle (his ashes). And I still cry daily, because, of course, I don't get the warm fuzzy feeling from the dog's cremains that I got from the dog' live, warm, and loving body.
For me, there is no dog other than Midnight!
What'm I gonna do???
I don't want another dog! I don't even want hubby's dog, Rufus, with whom I'm stuck. I want my own dog, Midnight, back again!
I can't stand Rufus, and I do as little as humanely possible for him. He's truly a POX... being a Boxer/Pit Bull/Rhodesian Ridgeback mix. I let the animal out as necessary duing the day. I won't walk him; I can't; he's stubborn and disobedient. (well he is known to be severely learning-disabled) This may not be Rufus' fault... but I can't control him - so he spends a lot of his time in his crate (a large crate more than ample-sized for him). Rufus slobbers too much; it's disgusting. He stinks (b.o. and bad breath). He is a short-haired, almost bald thing, and he sheds like crazy. He makes paw prints on my 9-ft ceilings all the time, by jumping from floor to couch to ceiling and back again, repeatedly. He eats ANYTHING AT ALL - including solid oak furniture legs from antique 19th-century furniture, and poisonous things.
My vet has suggested that a German Shepherd or a Belgian Malinois is the right dog for me and my disabilities and my protective needs.
A neighbor down the street has a black Malinois, and there are several German Shepherd owners hereabouts, and I've spoken to them all.
I'm just not interested in another dog; I want my own Puppa back! Not a day gos by that I don't speak to Puppa (Midnight) on my living room mantle (his ashes). And I still cry daily, because, of course, I don't get the warm fuzzy feeling from the dog's cremains that I got from the dog' live, warm, and loving body.
For me, there is no dog other than Midnight!
What'm I gonna do???


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