Thursday, August 18, 2005
Where is my mind.
We've had better days around here, now that it's becoming clearer and clearer that we won't be able to keep Ranger. He's nine years old, happy, sweet, loyal, good-natured, a better friend to me than so, so many people, and he doesn't like my son. Snapped at him on Sunday.
The kid's more mobile and more vocal, but far from coordinated or subdued, which spooks the hell out of the dog. The dog still thinks he can go anywhere, still wants to be anywhere, he just likes to pretend Nolan's not there . . . until Nolan shrieks laughter at him or crawls toward him.
The problem with a lot of people is they often don't do what they need to do -- what is responsible -- because of how they feel. So I know that, and I know I have to do the right thing. If only responsibility didn't have to feel like betrayal and weakness.
The kid's more mobile and more vocal, but far from coordinated or subdued, which spooks the hell out of the dog. The dog still thinks he can go anywhere, still wants to be anywhere, he just likes to pretend Nolan's not there . . . until Nolan shrieks laughter at him or crawls toward him.
The problem with a lot of people is they often don't do what they need to do -- what is responsible -- because of how they feel. So I know that, and I know I have to do the right thing. If only responsibility didn't have to feel like betrayal and weakness.
