Alright, well it's not totally how it came across, but if you insist I'll leave it be.
Well, maybe I came across a little gruffer than I intended. I haven't been in a real good mood for the past few days. I had to put the dog my kids grew up with down the other day because her cancer came back. There were a lot of tears involved and it tears me up when I see my kids hurting.
RIP Pom-Pom the PomPoo. She never met another dog or person that she didn't instantly love. But her greatest love was the truck. She loved trucks!
A little story about Pom-Pom.The girls picked her out when she was a puppy. I asked them what they wanted to name the foo foo dog. They said, "Daddy we're going to name her Pom-Pom because she was Pom-Pom the PomPoo. I said, "Oh, I see." And so it was.
Years later the girls all grew up and moved out on there own. So I was stuck taking this foo foo dog for walks. Inevitably we'd come across other guys out walking their dogs and of course Pom-Pom would want to go over and say hello. I'd ask what their dog's name was? It would always be Killer, or Brutus, or Warrior or something like that. They'd ask what my dog's name was? I'd look sheepishly at the ground and say, "Oh her. Well, ah, her name is Pom-Pom." They'd usually respond with something like, "Really?"
I'd walk away talking to myself, "I can't believe those girls did this to me, this just doesn't fit my image!" "Look dog. You're gonna have to start growling at those other dogs or something!" Oh course, she never would. Foo foo outfit.
Well, I kind of miss those walks now.