Well I had a rough weekend. To begin, I went to visit my girlfriend on Thursday in Washington, D.C.
Things were going fine. We went to the Smithsonian art museum on Friday and saw the only Da Vinci in North America, which is really cool. I love his paintings and seeing one in person is pretty hard to top. I love the Smithsonian, partly because there free, but everything is just so well done there. They even had a free coat check, which may not seem like a big deal, but it beats carrying around a heavy jacket the whole time.
Saturday was going great also until I got a voicemail from my mom telling me to call her. I could tell something was amiss, so I called and left a message. She told me my dog was acting very strange all morning; he seemed agitated and wouldnt stop crying. He's been in a lot of pain lately, but this was far out of the ordinary, so she took him to the vets. They gave him a tranq. and decided to put him down. I cant believe my little guy is gone.
I have had a very weird relationship with my dog. I got him when I was 5. I didnt really want a dog, that is to say, no more than the average kid. My parents happened to be going through a nasty divorce at the time and my father had sued for custody. The court appointed a social worker to come and evaluate both my moms house and dads to see if one was more suitable than the other. My mothers lawyer advised her that it always looks good to have a puppy in the house, so we went and bought one from a local breeder. She picked Rex, my dog, out in particular because he had a pink nose after the period it was supposed to turn black, an imperfection that meant he was not a show quality dog and the price would reflect that.
Over the years I grew to love my dog in my own way, not as outwardly as other people love their pets. He always had a good life the, he was always fed, went to regular check ups, the works.
Its tough now that hes not around. I keep hearing him and expecting him to great me when I come home. His footprints are still in the snow.
Things were going fine. We went to the Smithsonian art museum on Friday and saw the only Da Vinci in North America, which is really cool. I love his paintings and seeing one in person is pretty hard to top. I love the Smithsonian, partly because there free, but everything is just so well done there. They even had a free coat check, which may not seem like a big deal, but it beats carrying around a heavy jacket the whole time.
Saturday was going great also until I got a voicemail from my mom telling me to call her. I could tell something was amiss, so I called and left a message. She told me my dog was acting very strange all morning; he seemed agitated and wouldnt stop crying. He's been in a lot of pain lately, but this was far out of the ordinary, so she took him to the vets. They gave him a tranq. and decided to put him down. I cant believe my little guy is gone.
I have had a very weird relationship with my dog. I got him when I was 5. I didnt really want a dog, that is to say, no more than the average kid. My parents happened to be going through a nasty divorce at the time and my father had sued for custody. The court appointed a social worker to come and evaluate both my moms house and dads to see if one was more suitable than the other. My mothers lawyer advised her that it always looks good to have a puppy in the house, so we went and bought one from a local breeder. She picked Rex, my dog, out in particular because he had a pink nose after the period it was supposed to turn black, an imperfection that meant he was not a show quality dog and the price would reflect that.
Over the years I grew to love my dog in my own way, not as outwardly as other people love their pets. He always had a good life the, he was always fed, went to regular check ups, the works.
Its tough now that hes not around. I keep hearing him and expecting him to great me when I come home. His footprints are still in the snow.
I'm obviously not talking about your dog, because that sucks... I'm sorry. I miss my parents' dog a lot. We had him since I was 12, and he had to be put down 2 years ago... My sympathies.