I’m kind of casually in the process of looking for a dog (again). I had to find another home for my last dog because last year suuuuuuccccckkkkkeeeeedddd. I sat in tears and posted an ad and nervously combed through emails and until I found a family that I thought would make a good home for her and would email me occasionally to let me know how she was doing. I packed my dog up and took her to meet her new family and drove away hoping that I had done the right thing. I probably cried again. She was my super energetic, stumpy pup and she would get on my last nerve but she was mine and I loved her. I hope wherever she is she’s fine because the first and last time I heard from that family was the night after I gave her to them. They never contacted me again. I tried and tried to email them and they were never answered. I have to hope she’s fine because thinking of anything else will probably send me into tears.
Now you are probably wondering why I’m saying all this. Here’s why. During my search I came across a message board and started reading and found that someone had pulled a link to my ad. The members were trading tirades back and forth about what a horrible dog owner I was for even getting a dog “I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to take care of” and “why would someone get a dog when they knew they were going to move”. I almost made an account to reply to all of the negative comments but I realized that I didn’t owe internet strangers an explanation of my life. I know that I did what was best. I spent a year bouncing from sofa to sofa it wouldn’t be fair to drag a dog along. It was incredibly hurtful to read those people say the stuff that I said between sobs to my mom the first night without my dog.
Going through websites for rescues to adopt a dog is incredibly stress inducing. Every single one explains that pet ownership is forever and blah blah blah. I get it. What I need for everyone to understand is that LIFE.FUCKING.HAPPENS. I know that it’s not to be taken lightly. I know that dogs are expensive and love and food and medicine and houses and toys and blah. But life happens. Had my magical crystal ball been working when I first got the dog I would have known that shit was about to go down and I would have held off a bit. I’m saying maybe calm down a bit when a dog owner comes to the stark realization that they can’t keep their pet. They’ve put themselves through enough without having strangerbitches on the internet saying they suck as a person.
I’m going to find another doggy, fur person one day and I’m going to love him or her to death. I don’t see any sudden moves in my future but you know my crystal ball is faulty. If I’m faced with the exact same issue again I’d make the same decision because it’s best decision to make. I plan to give the next doggy fur person that crosses my threshold a home filled with love and as close to foreverness I can provide.
So lay the fuck off, breh. Next time I’ll just come for your edges, StrangerBitch.
P.S. I don’t mean to be ranty in all of these but y’all…