Somewhere in East County, Belle is moping around in deep depression refusing to eat and waiting for me to rescue her. At least, that is what I think. More likely she is playing with the children of her new family and has completely forgotten us. I hope the truth is somewhere in between: she enjoys her adoptive family, but misses her old. We decided to find Belle a new home for several reasons, but the main reason is because we are going to have to move (our landlord is moving back into our house), and it is too hard to find a descent place that allows for a big dog. Shelly and I have been morning a lot, and there have been several times we catch ourselves saying, "Where is Belle?" Or, "Why isn't Belle barking?" Most of you probably are thinking, "At least she is not dead!" But that would almost be easier, for if she was dead, there there would be no possibility of seeing her again. Instead, having Belle go to a new home is like an old lover leaving you for someone else. It's worse than death because you know she/he is happy while you are miserable. "Oh Puppy, if you read this, I'm sorry, just come back!"
On completely seperate notes, Shelly, Madison, and I have still not found a new place to live. Though the offer to buy this house is tempting, we are not gauranteed to stay in San Diego for my next duty station, nor do we know how we could fit into this house if we had another child (in a couple of years). So we are still looking for the right answer.
As for my Aircraft Commander board. I passed my first board and have one more the week after next.
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