FringeMan was sad.
I’m still not sure I forgive them.
Finding a home for FringePup was the challenge and it took us a little time. We wanted her to go to a family with children, and thankfully, we found her a home with six of them. They are also allowing her to sleep on the furniture and beds, so I’m assuming she’s in dog heaven. We know that All Dogs Go To Heaven, now don’t we?
I fully expect the rest of her life to be better than the her first two years with us. After all, I didn’t even allow her into the bedrooms.
I am assuring I’ll get hate comments/email after this next statement, but I’m going to be honest anyway. I am not sad she’s gone. I cleaned all the floors after she left, and you know what? They are still clean. Every one of them!
Peace has also been restored to our home. The dog isn’t running around like a wild animal chasing the cats outside. Kids can come in and out of the house freely without the dog escaping. The boys aren’t working her into an absolute craze after school. She’s not barking incessantly every time someone steps on the porch. It’s quiet. It’s peaceful.
If I’m a bad person for not mourning her, then so be it.
I am sad for my kids though. I shed a few tears for them, but apparently they are already over the dog loss. I do hope they would be sad a little longer if I were the one to get moved out.
At any rate, it’s the end of a dog era.