2011, the year we use the dog

After Fitzgerald, it looks like Sheba's Cushing's Disease is getting worse. We take her on Monday to see what her situation is and if it's time to let her go. If so, we'll be down to three dogs and both of us will be heartbroken 'cos Sheba is Aunt Tudi's dog. I sill have faith that 2011 will be better than 2010, though. That should be a testament to how sucky 2010 truly was.

It never rains without pouring... usually buckets of tears.

Sleep

I've had the first two best nights of sleep I've had in about three months, I think I'd give it all back just to have Fitzgerald living back here with me. Sure he only allowed me two hours of light sleep at a time, if that, and he ran me ragged during my waking hours, but I loved the little dog so much, I was prepared to trudge through it all until he grew up and began a sleep schedule like the other dogs. He was already sleeping from 23 until 3:30, at which time he demanded breakfast. Things were slowly getting better. Why couldn't he just stay in the yard and be a good boy? I was prepared to suffer through his teenage years if he just gave a little effort on his part, but how was he to know?

So, yeah, I feel guilty for having slept so well. I'm such a big nelly. What am I supposed to do? Sleep miserably for the rest of my life because Fitzgerald is no longer with me? Sometimes, I think I'm too soft-hearted, which is never a good thing for a Sith. We're supposed to be heart-hearted bastards who don't give a shit about anything or anybody. I need to get back to that mindset before this being overly-emotional kills me.

Brother Buddy

Fitzgerald has been put with his brother Buddy on the farm. They have a large fenced yard and and acres of far beyond that in the event they get out. They seem to be as happy as clams according to Becky, which makes me feel somewhat better. I still wonder if Fitzgerald misses me at all. I know I miss him terribly, despite the havoc he's wreaked on our household.

My aim is, when the other dogs pass, to get a beagle puppy considerably younger than Fitzgerald was when we got him. And I'm going to teach him proper beagle manners. Life just isn't the same without a beagle and I realise what I've been missing all these years. I'm not a dog person, I'm a beagle person. And I just feel lost without one in my life.

Peggy

I made a comment to Peggy referencing a Romanian lullaby and he responded to me personally. It's at times like this, I just love the Internet.

Now, if only Tudor Petrut would friend me on Facebook, I'd be a happy camper.