I moved home a car full of stuff two nights ago. My adorable puppy was happy to see me, but more happy to see all my things. It's like she knows that I need my stuff to be there in order to stay there a long time. I don't know how to tell her I'm going to bring all my stuff home and then leave... for pretty much ever. I think I'll just quietly leave one day over the summer and not tell her.
I know. She's a dog. But I know she has feelings. When she was sleeping on my feet the other night she kept have little puppy dreams. What if she is having nightmares about how horrible I am always leaving her? It scares me.
But more than just being terrified that I'm breaking my dog's heart, I'm terrified that in two weeks I'll be hundreds of miles from my family. I'll have to buckle down and get a job. And I won't have my puppy to keep me company at night. I guess it's one of the many sacrifices I have to make in order to be an adult. Why does it seem impossible to find a job that involves a ton of money and playing fetch all day?
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