- Mood:
Missing Annie, but 
determined
- Music: 'Where oh Where has My Little Dog Gone?'
It happened again. I had a dream about Annie again last night. What's worse, I woke up to see a silhouette beside me that looked oddly like her. 
Of course it turned out to be the shadow of my piano.
I wish I wouldn't keep dreaming about her. It may partially be my fault; I watched a dog movie the other night. But that doesn't always happen. This being without a dog is driving me batty but the dreams only make it worse.
I've come to a decision, though. I just may end up going to the shelter. As much as I hate the idea, it was just me being selfish. If I end up bawling, so what? If I do nothing, more dogs will die. I do know this; I am not leaving that shelter without a dog. If I do I'll feel so empty and worse than ever.
When I get the money, I'm going; but calling beforehand to ask if they have any Beagles or crosses. If they do, or they don't know, I'm going. If they know for sure they don't, then that's out. I do know that when the time comes for the dog to be spayed or neutered, I am not going back there. Annie was more than enough to make me avoid that on-site veterinary clinic like the plague. I don't care if I have to pay extra. I'd end up paying a lot more for a purebred.
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