Yeah, yeah I’m okay. It’s not like my dog, who I haven’t seen since May 10 by the way, didn’t actually visit me.
One of my younger brothers came to get my other younger brother, and the older one brought my one-year-old border collie puppy with him so I could see him.
I’m currently living at my grandma and grandpa’s house because their house is a lot easier to maneuver with crutches and her dog is a lot calmer than mine.
Either way, my dog, Gizmo, wouldn’t spend more than 5-10 seconds with me before going off, and he wouldn’t come when I called him. So yeah, it’s not like I’m heartbroken… oh wait… yes, yes I am.
I really miss my dog and now I’m more depressed than I should be.My summer is already ruined because of my STUPID knee, and now my dog won’t actually visit me.
Before May 10 and at my house, Gizmo would be all over me, even when it made things more difficult,
but the fact that he won’t spend more than a couple of seconds with me breaks my heart…I just want my dog back…