Me & Doggy McGee

More often than not in a country song, the significant other took off with the house, the kids and even the dog.  In my case, I got the dog because she was mine before we met.  In fact, when we met, he screamed dog hater and even went so far as to play the allergy card.  As most couples do these days, we ended up moving in together.  The understanding was that the dog and I came as a package deal.  All or nothing.  He took all.  As it turns out, he LOVED the dog and she LOVED him.  The two of them were inseparable and I often felt like I was the outsider in that particular circle.  I'm pretty sure that they sat around and conspired pretty much all the time.  I'm not exactly sure what they were conspiring about but rest assured, yeah buddy, they were conspiring.  You could see it in their lovey dovey eyes.  She is not adapting to her single life very well at all.  She spends her days pining and her nights being an asshole. 
Last night, we played the let's go in and out a hundred times, game.  She loves that game.  I love it slightly less.  He was stellar at it and she misses that.  She put a new spin on it, however, just to keep things interesting.  This time the game was let's go outside and chase that invisible thing up that tree...really fast.  I hate that game.  The final time we went out, she pulled so hard that her collar and leash slipped off.  She didn't even notice and for a second, neither did I.  In that moment, every dog owner knows, your first thought is "great, now I have to play the chase the dog around game".  Since she didn't realize the collar was off because she was so busy chasing that invisible thing up that tree, she missed her fleeting moment of freedom.  When I rounded her up and we got back in the house we had an argument.  Yes, the dog and I had an argument.  My adrenaline was pumping and I was pissed.  I told her she was the worst dog I know.  I told her she was a terrible person for making me run around like that and almost pulling my arm off.  She, ran under the bed, poked her nose out, and proceeded to yell back at me.  She pouted the rest of the night and slept on my face after I fell asleep.  *sigh* single life...



Poor pensive puppy, pining away for her lost love

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