24. January 2011


ABOUT VILLE


Hmm, I don't know where to begin. 

Ville is moving away. I don't know what I should say about it, if I should say something about it,
but I don't want you to criticize or judge me just because I gave my dog away.
Why did I do this? Because I realized that Ville just is not my type of dog,
he's not good at social situations (such as visiting my relatives), he have nipped my older
little brother (13 years old) and I was not willing to wait till he nips my younger lil bro, who's now like
6 years old. And there were some human relationship complications around and about Ville, so I thought
it would be best just to give him away and save myself from all the drama that was going on
about Ville and I just didn't like this one person ordering me around about Ville's business.
I guess co-owning a dog is not my thing then. I like doing things my own way - of course I do
listen to other people tips and opinions, and I can take constructive criticism, but too much
is too much. I'm not made of steel, I cannot turn a deaf ear to people's opinions.
And then there's this one thing I realised about having Ville here. When I'm older and
live on my own, I will most likely not have enough money to keep two dogs, and if I by
any chance do have enough money for it, then I won't have enough money for three
dogs. I've long ago decided that I want to have Milka's puppy in the future as my second
dog, so this puppy unfortunately is more valuable for me than Ville is - and I don't want
to have three dogs if I can't be sure I have enough money for feeding them.
And my mom never really liked Ville anyways. I think hes sweet dog. 

Of course I feel bad that I had to give him away, but this is it. Milka's heat time was hell
because, well, Ville is a male. Ugh. Nothing more to say about that. Right now Ville is staying
at my friends place till he finds a new home. I don't know how Ville's owner wants to do with
this home changing so I won't give any instructions how to get in contact with her.
And it's none of my business anymore anyways. Lol. I hope he finds a good home, though.
That's what he deserves. I did my best with him (and I think I did good with him, when thinking
back to that scaredy cat dog who wouldn't even eat a meatball right away because he thought
it was his only meal for the week..), and I hope someone could give him the love I couldn't keep
up for long enough. He's had way too many homes already in the age of 1.5 years. Or something
around that.