My dog died. She was a sweet little pomeranian who I had for almost 10 years. I guess I never thought about it until she was gone. She was just always around.
She did have an affinity for hanging out in the road, so you kinda knew how her story would end. I just really miss her. I guess death always is kinda sudden, even if you see it coming. I hope she knew I loved her, or at least she liked my company. She was a pain in the ass at times, but I liked having her around. I like how little dogs can have ridiculously big personalities.
I think I've inherited a curse. It's this white wolf dog that my mom's friend dumped on me because he saw someone dump it out of a car and this poor wolf dog was running after his dumper down the highway. Depressing.
But after hanging out with him for a few days, I can see what would drive someone to throw it out of a moving car.
I don't think people should mix wolves with dogs because they look cool and then think that they will act like dogs. This thing paces around me with his piercing amber eyes always following me. He watches me while I sleep. And if I leave him, he freaks out howling and tearing everything apart. You can't tie him. He slips collars, shreds leashes, and finds any way he can to be free.
Once free, he doesn't wander far. He just paces around his new turf in a wolf-like gait, head down and looking around constantly.
I have him posted on craigslist, but the people who want a crazy wolf dog are just the type of people who can't handle wolf dogs. I'm sorry, I just can't give this thing to someone with an infant. People are idiots.
Anyway, my throat is swollen to high heaven and I'd like a night out tonight, but wolf dog tears up my new apartment if I leave him alone. Sigh. I knew my fucking bleeding heart would bite me in the ass some time.
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