The other night, I had a breakdown of epic proportions that
I will blame solely on pregnancy hormones.
I will admit that I am overall a very emotional person but I usually
have some degree of rationality to go along with that. Not the other night. It was the day I cried because my dog hasn’t
seen the ocean…
We are going on a beach trip in a few weeks and we planned
to take our dog with us to avoid putting him in a kennel. He is a rescue who was abused as a puppy and
we have really come a long way with him – every time we put him in a kennel he
is terrified (and it makes me feel bad) so he will be making the drive to Florida
with us. My husband casually mentioned
that Chief, the dog, has never seen the ocean.
I instantly started tearing up.
What kind of life are you living if you haven’t seen the ocean?! I pictured him running slow motion through
the waves and having the time of his life and then I realized he doesn’t give a
damn about the ocean! He will go and he
will undoubtedly have a great time but then he will forget about it all, never
knowing the difference.
I cried for a good five minutes with my
husband and Chief staring at me not knowing what was wrong. How could I bring myself to tell them that
this episode was because the dog hasn’t seen the ocean?!?!?!?! I will admit I was in rare form and I hope I
never go back to that deep, dark place because after all, Chief will see the
ocean.
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