Because it is more likely than not that we will be moving, we had to find a new home for our dog.
The woman we chose did not think I was mad for crying.
Eldest boy is at a friend’s house for the afternoon which he (and we) thought was the best approach.
i’m shedding a sympathetic tear.
ohh…
im not making a sound, just a face that says ‘oh… :(‘ etc
I don’t want to say anything that will make you more upset…and I’m not even a dog person.
I will cry with you.
It is what it is.
It seems so sudden. Has the move been talked about for a long time?
He’s gone to a great new home, so that’s keeping me happy. With another pup for company, which I think he really needs. His behaviour is so great when he’s around other dogs.
helen, it is a bit sudden. The mister got offered a job in the middle east office of his company for a few years, so we thought, ‘well, why not?’
Ohhhh…(that was for the dog).
But won’t you miss Tony?
Wow, what a fantastic opportunity, apart from having to part with your dog. Does that lady you gave him to have a flickr account?
Oh he’s just gorgeous. Can you visit him often?
Also, I just tagged you in a meme, in case you feel like playing…
Yes you’ll have to start a blog!
For the dog!
(assuming the dog people don’t already know how to start one.)
It shouldn’t make the slightest difference to me , I know, but for some reason I felt kind of sad at the thought that you are going to live in Abu Dhabi.
I mean, I am sure you will blog from there, of course, but I quite liked the thought I might run into you somewhere. Who knows where, but still.
just saying.
Kinda makes me glad when I moved I only had to leave behind the fridge…that dog is cute!
Ohhh, at least I can see, from the comments, that he’s found just as happy a home as he did in yours.
We were thisclose (pinches fingers) to a transfer to Geneva next year, which has now changed to Melbourne. Milly the Jorgi was considered ‘welcome’ in the Swiss/French/German land and was going to come with us. Now that it’s Melbourne and we bought a house in Flemington last weekend, I’ve been ruffling her ears and trying to tell her about the park in teh next street that’s filled with fat pigeons and that SApphire’s school is still within dog walking distance….
I’m not a dog person but I LOVE beagles.