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If he listened and ran back when my dad called his name, he would be here by now.
If my mom hadn't taken off the expensive dog tag I got him, whoever found him would have called the number, found either dead or alive.
If he had a stupid chip in him, he would be here by now.
But as far as the world was concerned, he was just Nameless Dog Number 5 Thousand.
No luck finding him yet.
My mom's thinking about a "third dog", which in this circumstance, would be an addition to Lacey. I'm all for the idea..
..but really, why does everyone think you can erase a close bond overnight?
I helped bring him home. I helped raise him. I helped teach him. I helped protect him. I cried when I couldn't see him for a whole week when I was kicked out of my house. He'd wrestle with me. He'd play catch. He loved the chasing game. He's my baby boi.
...What the hell do you want from me?
I dwell on the past, I still hate 'friends' that don't bother to keep in touch anymore because they're oh so busy (like I'm not), I still hate Erin and I'll still sock her if she comes within 10 feet of me, I still sit and reminisc (sp) about 'old times'....
Not knowing is what will always hurt me the most, until he comes back.
If my mom hadn't taken off the expensive dog tag I got him, whoever found him would have called the number, found either dead or alive.
If he had a stupid chip in him, he would be here by now.
But as far as the world was concerned, he was just Nameless Dog Number 5 Thousand.
No luck finding him yet.
My mom's thinking about a "third dog", which in this circumstance, would be an addition to Lacey. I'm all for the idea..
..but really, why does everyone think you can erase a close bond overnight?
I helped bring him home. I helped raise him. I helped teach him. I helped protect him. I cried when I couldn't see him for a whole week when I was kicked out of my house. He'd wrestle with me. He'd play catch. He loved the chasing game. He's my baby boi.
...What the hell do you want from me?
I dwell on the past, I still hate 'friends' that don't bother to keep in touch anymore because they're oh so busy (like I'm not), I still hate Erin and I'll still sock her if she comes within 10 feet of me, I still sit and reminisc (sp) about 'old times'....
Not knowing is what will always hurt me the most, until he comes back.