Wuthering Hyders

Guilt and Relief

Pippin went to his new home today. The people he's going to live with are a nice older couple (even if they can't pronounce "papillon" correctly) so I'm sure he'll be spoiled. I explained his general schedule and habits to them and they still wanted him. He'll be better off now. He deserved better than we could give him. Then why do I feel so guilty?

I knew he had to go, but I didn't think it would actually bother me like this. His perky little ears and bright excited eyes looked back at me from the lady's lap as they backed out of the driveway and I suddenly felt like crap about the whole deal. I feel like I should have tried harder, but deep down, I really feel I did my best. I just don't have the time or patience to house train a dog. My meds only help so much and with all the stress moving has brought on, I'm barely making it as it is. I also couldn't keep from seeing Paddington every time I looked at Pippin. I don't think I'll ever really get over him. I will always love papillons, but I don't think I will ever own another one.

I feel relieved that Pippin is going to get the love and attention he deserves now. I also feel relieved that he will no longer be relieving his need to chew on my Dyson or relieving himself on my floor. Feeling relief makes me feel even more guilty. The poor guy has had a wretched life so far and it's not his fault he has all those bad habits. The kids keep asking about him and when he's coming back. I really am a horrible person, aren't I?

Charlie and Lola are the only ones who don't seem the least bit sad that he's gone. (Charlie is, at this moment, trying to nip a taste of the mixed drink I made myself to unwind a bit) They seem to be settling in quite well. Charlie is a finicky eater and refuses to eat plain old Kitten Chow. It took me two days to realize this. He climbed straight up my bare arm to reach my dinner the second night and I decided he must be hungry. Now, I mix a little soft food (that stuff is VILE) into the dry and he seems to be fine with it. He has gas that even drives Heath from the room (something I didn't think was possible), but at least he's eating.

Lola is still noticeably more independent. She's just as content to sleep on the couch as curled up next to you in the bed. She isn't as fond of being petted as Charlie is, either. She's a feisty little thing. She's smaller than her brother, but I've seen her pin him more than once.

I finally got them collars with little bells on them so I know where they are. It drove them nuts at first, but I think they've finally given up trying to get them off. Either that, or they're working on a more detailed plan. Cats are sneaky like that.

I suppose I should go unpack some more stuff, but I think I'll turn on the television and finish my drink instead. That sounds like more fun.