The Dog Named Bear

We have a dog. His name is Bear. We bought him when he was a puppy and he drives me mad! He's still very much a puppy (despite the fact that he celebrated his second birthday this summer AND he weighs as much as I do); I'm convinced he needs the puppy form of ritalin. Seriously, this dog is out of control. When he runs around the house like a lunatic I sing "He's a maniac, maaaniac on the floor..." He's one of those 110lbs dogs that thinks he a lapdog. He takes his ball and tosses in the air for himself, he knocks stuff over with his tail, he gets wild and rambunctious and he has a little thing that I refer to as 'selective listening.' 

The point of me rambling on and on about our monster puppy is…I've had enough of him. I love the little ginormous guy to pieces but he simply stresses me out. Keep in mind that our lifestyle is very unique; I had been commuting until we recently got a condo in Destin (a city closer to my job) three hours roundtrip every day to work, this was because Hubby is in flight school in P'cola which is stressful enough without adding a commute to his day. So even now that I have the option of staying at our place in Destin I still find myself staying with the Mister in P'cola (because I miss him and I'm a sap like that). Additionally, I'm working on my Master's which hadn't been too rough until I had the professor-from-hell this past quarter; nothing was good enough for this woman, NOTHING! 

Ahem, sorry, I got a little off track there, so yeah, the point I'm trying to make is that adding a buckwild beast of a dog to the mix really began to stress me out, especially now that I deal with him on my own. Love sensed this (truth be told I pissed and moaned about it constantly) and he finally gave me the go-ahead to find our beloved Bear cub a good home. 

I dropped off my pup at our house in Pensacola and kissed him for the last time. I headed back to our place in Destin and as terrible as this is going to sound, I felt relieved. Love called me when he got home that night and told me how Bear was confused on what was going on and also how much he was going to miss the big guy when he was no longer a part of our daily lives. We got off the phone and a few minutes later, after I sent the Hubby one last "Sweet dreams, I love you" text he replied with this awesomeness:

You gotta love us Rumbargers.

Have ya'll ever gotten rid of a pet? Did you feel terribly guilty or breathe a sigh of relief?

XoXo,

Lor