A little over four years ago we (more accurately I) decided it would be a great idea to get a dog. Alex was terrified of dogs at that time. He would literally climb up me to get away from any size dog. What better way to get over a fear than to own a dog?
I did some research and found a litter of puppies that seemed perfect. We filled out the extensive application to adopt him and brought him home. (Sheesh, I thought there was a lot of paperwork to adopt a child!)
He was so cute.
The lady said that he should be around 45 pounds. Not bad for an indoor dog. He had to be indoors. If he was outside, I knew he would not get much attention. What was the point of having a dog if he was not inside; one of the family?
I invested hours into training this dog. There was no way I was going to have an obnoxious dog. In many ways I succeeded. He walks next to me with no leash, rarely barks, and would never run away.
Well, that cute little puppy grew up to be a seventy-five pound dog. He is attached to me like glue. Talk about a dog bonding with his master. DRIVES ME BATTY!
The moment we came home from China this year, the dog got the boot. Yes, I kicked the poor thing outside. It was one of the best decisions I have made since coming back from China. He now spends his day staring at me through glass.
It's quite pathetic. He will even find me in my bedroom and stare through that slider as well. Poor guy. His only moment of joy is when night rolls around and we let him in to sleep. See..... I'm not completely heartless.
The moral of this story is to get a guide dog puppy. After one year you will be done. Or, better yet, don't get a dog at all! Who wants to clean up all that poop!
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