Divorce Dog: And what will become of me now?
The other evening, as always, I lay in my basket. Everything seemed to be as always. A few minutes later I was taught a lesson: Miss sprang up furious from the sofa. Tears ran down her face and she roared so loud that my eardrum was almost bursting: "Pack your things and get out, you asshole !? Herrchen guiltily dropped his ears and said: "I only love you, honest! There was an error.? The speech was of a slip-up, which he would not have done better. In other words, he had shared his rod with another mistress.
The day I became a divorce dog
Mistress cried bitterly the whole night while Herrchen sobbed and packed his things in the next room. I tried to give some comfort to both by shuttling between them. Somehow I had to be there for both? even if I could better understand the tears of mistresses. One does not like to share his bones with others. That would have to be masters clear.
Worse than the night, it was only the next morning. Completely exhausted from the long hours, they hardly spoke a word. I was always willing to bark, "Shut up, we're a pack." Anyway, they would not have understood me anyway and the matter had long been decided, because this morning was the beginning of the end. One last time Herrchen tried the rudder with a heart-rending dog-look, which I would not have done better myself, before he closed the door behind him.
From the countryside to the city: A divorce dog is moving
In the weeks that followed, quite a bit changed. I now lived with my master in a new apartment in the city. Walking to his work. The house in the countryside with the beautiful garden, in which I could rave to my heart's content, they have sold. Namely, exactly five weeks after the breakup. There lives another family now - their dog is called Dschango. A total daredevil. Bad idea, that of all people now watching over my ex-garden. But only marginally.
Mistress wants a new life? without me
Nobody asked me whom I would rather live with. Why? I could not have answered anyway. The adults decided that for me. My only hope was that not much would change for me. But in the end everything turned out differently. My owner? native Spaniard? decided to go back to their homeland. Far from the memories lurking around every corner, including me. She loved me very much. I know it exactly. We spent the days together, were a well-rehearsed team. In the morning she went for a walk with me and I accompanied her to work. In the evening we cuddled on the sofa and I slept in bed at the foot of her bed. Typical mother dog just. I would have liked to accompany her to Spain, but she wanted a reboot and in that I had as a "souvenir? no place from the old life. And I could understand that. My heart still hurt. I was a divorce dog now.
My life as a divorce dog
Herrchen and I have come together fairly well over time and got used to spending the days together now. We even get along quite well now, as a real men's team. The (dog) ladies in the park always find us really great. Frankly, I'm even a little sorry that I paid him a bit too little attention earlier. I always thought he did not like me very much. Today I know that it was because he was sad, that I mostly focused my attention on my mistress.
He really tries hard to make my dog life as nice as possible. At the weekend we always go for great walks. We romp and have a lot of fun. And one, two more treats a day are also in there. Mistress was always very strict. The other evening I jumped on the couch for the first time to cuddle him. He stroked my head and said, "I love you, kid!" That was a nice moment. Nevertheless, I still often think of my owner. And I believe that as a divorce dog, I will never really stop hoping that one day she'll come back and we'll be a family again. Who knows ... Maybe I'm lucky and it will happen - if only for a short visit.
