... not in a whirly kinda way, but in a beloved pet kinda way.
Dizzy is a member of our family, we've had her since she was a pup and love her very much. She is not a perfect dog, her only training coming from our enormous German Shorthaired Pointer, Doug, who taught her to jump with great gusto into the surf, & swim like a fish (or a Pointer at least). She will sit, etc, and do all the usual things dogs do to make us happy.
It has always been our intention to take her with us on our adventure, and along with us, has spent the last 7 weeks adapting to life afloat. Unfortunately, she has no escape from the dreaded clutches of our daughter. Cooks LOVES her so much, and consequently will not leave her alone. Dizz feels imprisoned.
So after much deliberation, we have decided that [Cooks will have to go and live with someone else. 3 year old girls are entirely too difficult to raise and cannot be reasoned with] Dizz will be happier in a garden, on land - with an escape route. Our generous and lovely dog loving friends have offered to love her in their home, and their garden.
We have commenced week one of our trial separation. I feel sad, and overwhelmingly guilty.
Monday, August 23, 2010
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