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have one of those days where nothing went right and you think to yourself,"man nothing could be worse than this". Well I had one of those last Thursday. I even went to bed early just so the day would be over quickly.
Boy was I wrong when I thought nothing could get worse.
Friday I got up and went over to the shop, had my dog with me. My daughters dog isn't fixed and he was trying to mount her all the time and she'd run. While I was trying to free up the seized jugs on the E a knock comes at the door. A guy tells me he just hit my dog. The big dog had chased her out on the road. I run out and she's messed up really bad. Broken back and legs, flailed chest, intestines are out , but she's still alive but slowly suffocating. We looked at each other for a second, then I run back to the shop and grabbed a .22 and ran back and executed her.
I was so close to that dog, probably closer than I am to my wife and kids. We spent all day and all night together everyday since she was a pup. She slept on the floor on my side of the bed, and patiently waited outside the shower for me to finish and watched me get dressed. Followed me around the house and laid down under my calves if I sat in a chair. When I was in the shop she would follow me around and watch what ever I was doing and if I sat at a table to work on something, her muzzle was on top of one of my feet. Never was a pain in the A.. intensely loyal and only needed the occational scratch or pat on the back to make her happy.
I can hardly make it through the day right now. I can't stand to be in the shop, and the house feels so empty during the day when my wifes working and kids are at school.
The things that are around you everyday you tend to take for granted until it's too late and they are gone.
So take some time to stop and look around you, hug your kids, pet your animal, say hi to the neighbor or stop and chat with an elderly person. It will save you grief in the long run.
Never think things can't get worse!!!!
Boy was I wrong when I thought nothing could get worse.
Friday I got up and went over to the shop, had my dog with me. My daughters dog isn't fixed and he was trying to mount her all the time and she'd run. While I was trying to free up the seized jugs on the E a knock comes at the door. A guy tells me he just hit my dog. The big dog had chased her out on the road. I run out and she's messed up really bad. Broken back and legs, flailed chest, intestines are out , but she's still alive but slowly suffocating. We looked at each other for a second, then I run back to the shop and grabbed a .22 and ran back and executed her.
I was so close to that dog, probably closer than I am to my wife and kids. We spent all day and all night together everyday since she was a pup. She slept on the floor on my side of the bed, and patiently waited outside the shower for me to finish and watched me get dressed. Followed me around the house and laid down under my calves if I sat in a chair. When I was in the shop she would follow me around and watch what ever I was doing and if I sat at a table to work on something, her muzzle was on top of one of my feet. Never was a pain in the A.. intensely loyal and only needed the occational scratch or pat on the back to make her happy.
I can hardly make it through the day right now. I can't stand to be in the shop, and the house feels so empty during the day when my wifes working and kids are at school.
The things that are around you everyday you tend to take for granted until it's too late and they are gone.
So take some time to stop and look around you, hug your kids, pet your animal, say hi to the neighbor or stop and chat with an elderly person. It will save you grief in the long run.
Never think things can't get worse!!!!
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