Bye Bye Berkley

I am a bad dog owner.

No. Really. I am.

It is really quite sad to admit, but I am the epitome of someone who should NOT own a dog. I'm not ashamed to admit it. I've never owned a dog of my own as an adult, with no one else to blame for not spending enough time with the poor pooch, or not training him either. Berkley is half trained. He knows how to sit and shake but that is about it. He knows the word "Bad" really well, but it isn't his fault that I don't have enough time to exercise him. I would let him run around the 10 acres without a leash or chain if he would stay on the property, but he doesn't. He takes off as quickly as a rabbit being chased by a fox and heads down to my neighbors house and then straight up the road.

I have finally accepted the decision to give him away. It is sad. But not as sad as I thought it would be. I think I have found him a really good home with a co-worker that has a 1 acre fenced yard and a golden retriever that tears up her yard. I told her that Berkley doesn't dig up yards, he excavates them. He inherited my designer ability and is constantly remodeling his home. I showed her pictures of him today and will bring him by next week to introduce him to her and her family. I really hope that he does really well! It is also my fault that I've never socialized him, so he is a little shy of strangers.

Otherwise it is off to the Humane Society for Berkley. I really don't want to take him there, but at least he would get adopted by someone who will have time for him. If I had children to spend time with him it would be different.

I've decided that I'm definitely a cat person. Cats are easy. You don't need to tie them up, cage them in or clean up their poop. They live outside, come onto the porch for meals and drop by to give you a little pat on the foot.

Sad as it is, I am definitely a cat person. Avoir sweet little Berkley. Hopefully Pat will adopt you.