Well, one of the minor things that I've been trying to deal with is that I am beginning to hate my home. Why? Cuz it doesn't feel like home.
A few months ago, I took up the rugs and piled them in my
bedroom. Mostly cuz Ace (my boston terrier) has a spastic colon
and went indiscriminantly here and there. His pooh even blended
in with the tan and beige in the patterns in my mostly maroon and green
I got tired of cleaning the rugs, so I took them up. However, my
house started to smell. I would clean up the messes and tried to
air out the place but it didn't seem to help so much.
All the rain led to wet dog smell and mud tracked throughout. I
began to realize that I was not spending the time or giving the
attention that my three pups deserved. So I decided to see if I
couldn't place the two little ones.
Shaddow is MY baby. She is the best, most laid-back, easy to care
for, low maintenance (like me!) dog ever. She's sweet and
gentle. And I've had her since she was 2 months and she is now 4
and a half years old. So, I am keeping her.
Ziggee is the rat-cha. I thought I found him a home. He has
been staying with my friend for a week now. But she has fibro and
may not keep him as she find it hard to take him on his walks at
times. So, I may have to find another home for him.
Ace is my Boston Terrier. A few potential placements fell
through. So today, I thought I was going to surrender him to the
But as I pulled up, a volunteer was speechless. She was delighted
with Ace. She took him. I gave her my number and all sorts
of info about Ace.
So, even though I didn't want to give my pups away, they deserve more
love and attention than I can give right now. It is times like
this that I think that I wouldn't be able to be a mom, if I can't even
take care of the pups properly.