Losing Benny Maxx?

I arrived home late this evening and found the pet food bin empty, and Costco was closed. Where does one go for urgent errands but Target? It was on the way, so I did not mind doing it. I was not very keen on returning to the warehouse store in the morning to purchase a big bag of dog food, so I loaded the biggest bag I saw on the shelf. I whipped around and remembered that Maxx was outgrowing his puppy collar, so I decided to pick up a new one, in red with chrome bits! Then I remembered that he was getting a bit shaggy, so I picked up a new brush, then some treats, and some more stuff that were not necessary, just fabulous on him, I guess. Dogmaster was quite pleased with the shopping loot.

Last Tuesday, I brought the puppy to his first appointment with the vet. The doctor and I made it official, he was born on February 01, 2007, making him a few days shy of four months, weighing 27 pounds, a Labrador Chow mix, and remarkably healthy and bouncy for his age. We started the puppy on the immunization shots, with bi-weekly visits scheduled until everything is updated. I was so proud of the puppy sitting still during all the examination, not bothered by all the yapping and hissing critters in the other rooms. We did wonderfully, despite Maxx's aversion to leashes (the pup refuses to move, budge or even take a tiny step if his leash is on, but I was firm on the leash thing if he were to live among humans!!!). The staff at the vet's office had great pet-caring manners. They even gave us a few mobile numbers to call at anytime, if something bothersome came up.

Back in the house, I fed Maxx his evening meal and brushed his hair. and sent him off to his puppy bed. When my roommate arrive, he told me something that I did not expect to hear, so it took me awhile to really get it. Before I brought the puppy into the house, I asked everyone if they were cool with another dog moving in, and everyone did not have any problem with that. My roommate had a different take tonight. He just said that he did not want the dog in the house anymore because his plants are getting ruined, and that the dog is taking over the poolside and the backyard. Early on, I had to bite and keep him out of the house because I honored the "no pets indoors" policy. now, he wanted the dog out, and gone as soon as possible.

I was confused and felt hurt, not just because it hit me suddenly, but it is not easy to let go of the puppy just like that. I felt that I was being a good owner by doing everything to ensure that the pet is healthy, cared for, and adjusted to his new home. Now, I do not know exactly where to place Maxx. It's not just a dog, it's a part of my life, and everyone else in the house.

I guess I have to start making plans and maybe, start packing his things before this develops into a contentious situation. Where will my puppy go? I may have to ask around if any friend would like to take him. For sure, he is not ending in a pound. I will find a place for him if I cannot keep him. in the meantime, maybe I will just bring him to work and ask the crew to take care of him, after I leave the office in the evening.

This is going to be one hell of a weekend. I am sadly pissed, and not pleased with my experience right now. It may be an exaggeration, but I feel like being forced to give up someone I care for because it does not suit another person. I know he will grow into a nice, well-mannered dog, and I hope to find someone who will care for and love him if I am unable to keep him.

I am sad, and sorry for the rant.