Friday, February 19, 2010

I miss my buddy, dammit

Damn, I miss my Punkindog. It just ain't the same coming home to a house with 2 Evil Cats ready to attack. No Punkin to scratch when I reach down, no reason to get up in the middle of the night if I think I hear a whine, nothing to warn me about when the Mormons come, no reason to put my glasses up at night, nothing to trip over. And a package of processed cheese food lasts me forever.
But I still can't bear to put his food dish away.

7 comments:

MauserMedic said...

Lots of dogs waiting for homes at the pound. I oughta know, I've got three of them. Only one of them's a real dog, but the other two keep the wife happy. Life's too empty without at least one good dog around.

wirecutter said...

Yeah, I know, MM. The only thing that's holding me up is a short section of fence I have to replace. That, and I still need to accept that I ain't replacing him. It's hard.....
But my next dog will be from the pound. I know that already. I just ain't got the time or energy to raise a pup.

drjim said...

Hang in there. Get the fence fixed and get yourself another dawg.

Sir Richard said...

Feeding time. That's the best way to the dominate dog. I've done that twice and ended up with damn good dogs. Just a thought....

Bella said...

drjim's right. Fix the damn fence and get a dawg. You'll be laughing like a giddy girl and full of love the first day. Punkindog will always be in your memories with love. Pull up your socks and don't get in a slump. Ok, I'll shut up now. Life's too short Wirecutter. You need a doggie companion. Ok, I'll really shut up now.

Lula said...

I'm sorry. You'll know when the time is right.

Bella said...

You know, I'm sorry too. You will know the right time. I must have been a little cranky. I have some issues myself. Sorry Ken. I mean that. Thanks Lula