decisions decisions...

So...after a few days of being a dog owner. Peter isn't so sure he's able to be the dog owner he should be. Of course buying a dog and having him go everywhere with you, especially to work is almost every guys dream. But....buddy has been a little under the weather, and making him sit in this hot weather almost seems like torture.

Last night on Peter's way back from him girlfriends house, he broke the news to me that he's not sure he can keep buddy. I think right at the moment I wanted to cry. I have spent just about every waking moment this weekend taking care of that dog, trying to get him to eat, getting him used to being outside, giving him his antibiotics... you name it, I was doing that. I'm totally and completely attached, and have had to remind myself NUMEROUS times that as much as I love this dog, he's Peter's responsibility. And I made that perfectly clear to him in not the nicest way on Saturday when he was discussing plans to go out with his girlfriend. Part of me was so mad about it. I mean...yes I have been pretty antisocial lately, and going out hasn't really been my thing. But that doesn't automatically make me the dog sitter. Having a dog is harder then most people would think and Peter is now finding this out... With work and his social life (aka girlfriend, who is young and doesn't understand the responsibility of a dog AT ALL) his time is stretched pretty thin.

Anyway... I told Peter he needs to make a decision today about it. I can't have this dog for a month and then Peter decides he can't do it. He already knows a lady that wants to take him if Peter feels it would be best. So...I'm holding out for his decision. I know some of you will think I'm totally dorky. But it makes me sad. I've wanted a dog for so long and Peter gets the guts to buy one and then he could be gone tomorrow or even today! AH! Whatever happens will be for the best.