Toughest thing

Being away from my dog is always the single hardest thing about not being at home. I knew leaving this time would be just as difficult, but I wasn't planning on the added difficulty of my roommate's dog. This dog is just so... not my dog. Besides the obvious fact that this tiny, tailless, short haired dog could never be as completely cuddlisious as my boarder collie lab mutt/ giant ball of energetic love fuzz, there's something about his mere presence. He reminds me that I don't have my dog. And not having my dog is sadder than not having a job.  Argh! Stupid apartment living, face-pace lifestyle that makes having an athletic dog non-practical. I guess this pain is what the country singers have been trying to warn me about for years.