I'm sitting on my bed with my laptop on my lap, enjoying the thunder and lightning happening right outside my window, and I had to stop and take a moment to soak it all in.
This is my home. This is my weather. This is the place where our family will now write our story.
I haven't felt so "right" about anyting in a long time, as I do about making Florida our new home. It is not without its bumps in the road, but then there really are no "happily ever afters".
We are considering giving up one of our dogs. He's a husky chow mix, white and very beautiful. But we don't have a fenced back yard for him, and he must be on a chain if he is outside. That isn't good for him. And he is very protective over what he considers to be his. He took off after a little pomeranian the other day, and bit him, because the little guy dared to cross some invisible doggy line. We can't have him doing that. But once the shock of what happened wore off - Palmer and all the kids are right back in denial and think we should keep him. It is up to me to be the bad guy and find him a new home. It is going to make me one very unpopluar mother around here. But if Palmer won't do it, then I will put on the brass balls and get it done. One of us has to be the responsible one, and not let sentament about how much we love him get in the way.
I'm pretty sure Cinderella never had to worry about finding a home for the mice.
This is my home. This is my weather. This is the place where our family will now write our story.
I haven't felt so "right" about anyting in a long time, as I do about making Florida our new home. It is not without its bumps in the road, but then there really are no "happily ever afters".
We are considering giving up one of our dogs. He's a husky chow mix, white and very beautiful. But we don't have a fenced back yard for him, and he must be on a chain if he is outside. That isn't good for him. And he is very protective over what he considers to be his. He took off after a little pomeranian the other day, and bit him, because the little guy dared to cross some invisible doggy line. We can't have him doing that. But once the shock of what happened wore off - Palmer and all the kids are right back in denial and think we should keep him. It is up to me to be the bad guy and find him a new home. It is going to make me one very unpopluar mother around here. But if Palmer won't do it, then I will put on the brass balls and get it done. One of us has to be the responsible one, and not let sentament about how much we love him get in the way.
I'm pretty sure Cinderella never had to worry about finding a home for the mice.
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What about putting in a dog run for him? Just a thought. I hate the thought of you having to be a bad guy about it. But, I can also see where you can't risk letting him run off and do that sort of thing either.
I'm glad it feels right for you. It's hard to make such a big move.
Gah, that sucks about your dog. Sometimes, someone has to be the bad guy. :(
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