altarboy

I had a sad realization today. Just now, actually. We've had a dog since it was a puppy that we got back in the early part of 2001. It'd been fine having him around up until my son was born in late 2002 when, as you'd imagine, he kind of took the backseat in the attention department. The change was not so immediate but he began acting more neurotic as small dogs are wont to do... Anyway, it got increasingly more out of control to the point where you never knew what was going to set him off into an unstoppable barking frenzy. Let's just say that his walks were less than enjoyable for us where it used to be fun seeing the joy he'd bring to others on the street...

So, the temporary solution we worked up - while we were planning on selling our apartment - was to adopt him out to a fellow coworker to see what it was like. It was peaceful. More peaceful than it had been in a long time. Part of the plan was that he was going to stay with our coworkers mother out of state for the month of august as well. This was before we decided to adopt him out officially. Well, he's gone, I think, for good now. It's weird but, there's this feeling of regret that I didn't have the chance to say goodbye. Bizarre. Really, really strange...