by The Boss
Last week sometime, our beloved dog Flash went to live at my other mother’s house. I call her my other mother, but her name is Lisa. I like this arrangement because if I actually start missing Flash when I start missing Flash, we can go see him. He now lives on a waterless lake (more on this at a later date), with other little friends and gets to be an outside and inside dog. They came and got Flash last Monday, after the kids had gone to bed. We were not trying to hide this from the kids, that’s just when it happened.
Aidan knew before she went to bed what was happening, but I guess I forgot to tell the boys. Yesterday, we walked in from taking Aidan to school and Andrew realized that Flash wasn’t waiting on the other side of the door to pounce on us (yes, pounce, sometimes that dog acted more like a cat than a dog.) Andrew said, “Hey! What happened to Flash?” I couldn’t believe I had neglected to tell him, it must have been all the joy I was feeling from not having a dog sneaking in my bed every night, or peeing just a little bit in the floor if we even looked at him for doing something wrong. I sort of stood in the doorway, waiting on the boys to fall apart because they realized their dog was gone. Nothing happened, Andrew asked his question and then just started playing with his toys.
Flash left a few of his parasite friends here. I am trying my hardest to get rid of them without chemicals. I just keep telling myself I’ve done it twice before and I can do it again. It involves LOTS of vacuuming and laundry, which needed to be done anyway. As a matter of fact, I only vacuum or do laundry when we have fleas.
