Sir Reginald, Duke of Chutney

Update

My step-mom called me a few days ago and said they found a new home for Reggie. His family now consists of three cats and a young couple who don’t plan on having any children. The woman is a runner and plans on making Reggie her running partner, which he will absolutely fucking love. ;w; When they took him over there to see if he’d be a good fit in their home, he didn’t cower or pee or do any of his weird Reggie-stuff like he usually does, he just… chilled. Honestly, I almost cried when my step-mom told me all of this, and not just because I won’t be able to see him again; my baby bear is now in a place where he will be loved and un-judged and cared for every day for the rest of his doggy life. I am so happy they found a good home for him. I was worried he might go somewhere awful. But he’s going to be fine, and that makes me feel a bit better. :’) I will always have a place for Reggie in my heart, him being my first dog ever, and I miss him to death, but he’s in a great place now and that is the best I could ask for in this situation. 

Love you, Sir Reginald, don’t get too spoiled <3

Sir Reginald is Moving On

My first dog and best friend is going away forever. Fucking dad and step-mom don’t understand how much he means to me and apparently don’t care enough to try to find a temporary home for him before finding a permanent one. They’ve already had two people over to meet him and see if they want him, but they didn’t tell me about these visits until about a week ago. The worst part is the bull-shit reasons they’re giving me for getting rid of him. “He’s such a pain in the ass, he pees and poops EVERYWHERE, he makes all these noises, he has confidence issues, he’s retarded” and my step-mom’s favorite comment, “I just can’t stand this fucking dog, he needs to go.” There are two reasons why I say they are bullshit:

1. My step-mom also has a little chihuahua, named Phoebe, who is fat and spoiled and quiet. Most of the time she is a good dog, except when she is pooping and peeing everywhere; digging in trash cans to eat everything from leftover food to used tissues; climbing onto tables to eat food out of dishes that (SURPRISE) dad/step-mom/step-siblings left out where she can get at them; and barking at/growling at/trying to bite strangers, men in work boots, teenage boys, children, or any small mammal that is not another dog or a cat. (Reggie does pee in the house sometimes, but only because he can smell Phoebe’s piss or when somebody makes him nervous)

2. Now that they want to get rid of him, my dad is constantly trying to “reassure” me that my dog will be fine. He keeps saying how good of a dog he is, and how nice he is around kids, and how it’ll be super easy to find him a new home. While I’m just standing there thinking, “Well if he’s so great, why can’t YOU just hold onto him for a year or so until I can get my own place??”

I guess the biggest part of this whole deal is that I am the only person in the family who has the patience to work with him on his nervous habits and his weird doggy needs, and everybody else wants to just fix it by shoving him onto somebody else. I just wish I could bring him to college with me, but there’s no dogs allowed on campus and I’m going to be a freshman so I have no other options.

It’s all fucking stupid and I’m going to go to bed now, so maybe in the future I can track down whoever his new owner will be and beg them to give him back to me and he can spend his last few years with me, where he’s loved and understood. 

So I guess this blog will feature some more “new” pictures I took a long time ago but never uploaded, and then I will have nothing else. Goodbye, Sir Reginald of Chutney. I hope you go to a caring, happy place until we can meet again. I love you, baby bear. </3

I haven’t posted any pics in a long time…

This is because I have recently moved into my mom’s until I start school in the fall, and I couldn’t bring my sweet puppy with me to live in the apartment. :C So he’s living at my dad’s until I finish school and can find my own place where I can be absolutely sure that Reggie will be welcome and loved and taken care of every day without being judged. <3 I reeeeaaally miss him, though…