My House Is Too Quiet

So, I may never utter those words again, but it's true.

Harley is with another family who is trying him out... actually with one of Alexis' day care ladies' family. They came to get him Saturday so he could meet their dog, Romeo. So far things are going well at their house and they have yet to decide whether to keep him, but it's been very different in our house ever since.

I look to the sliding glass door to see if he's ready to come in because it's so quiet in the house.

Bill still wants to hollar for him to let him outside before we went to bed.

We have to stop ourselves from going down stairs when we get home to let him out of his crate.

I don't step on him or his squeeky toys when I get out of bed in the morning.

And then there are the things that used to bug us that seem so petty now...

I can eat without a hound staring at me in the face.

I don't have to tell a dog to back off when I'm being smothered.

And I still want to quiet a barking dog as I open the door when I get home.

Sunday was our 5 year anniversary in the house and it was sad he wasn't with us. As silly as it may sound, he was my "baby" before Alexis. We brought him here and it's difficult that I can't continue to take care of him. Alexis can't be around him or Honda because of her dog allergy so we have to do what's best for her.

Still, it's a change in lifestyle I don't think we ever imagined we'd have to take on. Living in a dog-free house doesn't feel natural. I'm sure that will get easier. It's just going to take some time to get used to the void.