It's a doggie dog world.

This is about a dog, a dog that Ex#2 really wanted, dreamed of and begged for, really. Which is similar to his begging for doggie style, but that's a different story.

One that won't be told here.

Pigs.

Ex#2 really wanted a puppy.

Puppy = work

Puppy = ME with more work.

So when we found a nice enough stray dog hanging around my parent's I suggested we take him for a spin. So four years ago, we took that dog home, we named that dog and we've had that dog since.

No one bonded to the poor dog. He was super nice, but also super annoying. (The dog, not Ex#2, cause that one's a given) When Ex#2 (finally) moved out back in March, I agreed to keep the dog UNTIL the house sold. Then the dog was his.

I broke my back getting the dog's 50 million pound bag of food, scooped enough poop from the yard to fuel a small car and dealt with all the dog's annoying traits, which also included the time he got loose and had an ass chewin' by a neighborly dog.

When Ex#2 decided to play poor me settle for a ONE bedroom apartment I pushed for him to find a home for the dog. It was obvious now that he wasn't going to take the dog and I really (nice as the dog was) didn't want him either.

At one time in my life I wanted three children, I've since gotten a brain decided that two is just enough and a four legged child was not in my best interest (at this time).

He searched, I searched. People thought I was kidding when I'd offer up a free dog to them. We even had people come check out the dog, nada. No one wanted this now 7ish year old dog.

Hell we couldn't even get the Humane Society to take him, he was on the waiting list for three places. Our last resort was either taking him to the pound or putting him to sleep ourselves. By "ourselves" I mean EX#2 was going to have to do it, because there is now way I could witness putting a perfectly healthy dog to sleep. No.way.

If I were in the room, guess what? I'd be keeping the damn dog...cause I just couldn't do it.

A few days before closing on our house I got a call from our realtor.

"I got a call from the buyer's realtor and he has a strange request."

"um, OK, what is it?" I asked.

"They heard through the grapevine that you are taking the dog to the pound. Is that true?" She asked.

"Yes, unfortunately, we can't find a home for him." I mumbled something about stupid Ex#2 getting an apartment that doesn't allow dogs. *Eye roll*

"Well, the buyers would like to know if they can have the dog..." She said.

"Are you kidding me? Holy cow. Do they want kids, cause I can work that out too?"

What? Don't judge.

Closing day, we see the buyers and YES they want the dog, I mean, they weren't ready to have a dog just yet, but he's such a nice dog and so sweet and they can't let us take him to the pound...so Yeah. They. kept. our. dog.

Things work out, they always do.



Leaving Bo at the house this past Monday was a little harder than I expected.
I'm sorry Bo.
I'm sorry thing didn't work out differently for you with OUR family.
I wish you a new happy family, be good ya big Dum-BO.