I broke up with my boyfriend and moved back to my hometown. Technically Toby is my dog so I brought him here with me. I was staying with my mom and her husband and after 2 months she suddenly decided she had helped me enough. So with hardly any money and just my bedroom furniture I had to find a place to live. Meanwhile my then ex-boyfriend was coming to visit to try and get back with me so I let him take Toby back home with him.
Since I didn't know what my situation was gonna be I thought it would be for the best that he go back to that fimiliar environment. It's now been a little over a year. My boyfriend and I are seeing each other again. We both are taking a weeks vacation from our jobs this week. Later today he is coming to pick me up and take me back to his house to stay a couple days there.
I keep thinking that a year is a long time to a dog. I'll be happy to see him but nervous too. I know its going to be extremely difficult to leave him again when its time to come home.
Since I didn't know what my situation was gonna be I thought it would be for the best that he go back to that fimiliar environment. It's now been a little over a year. My boyfriend and I are seeing each other again. We both are taking a weeks vacation from our jobs this week. Later today he is coming to pick me up and take me back to his house to stay a couple days there.
I keep thinking that a year is a long time to a dog. I'll be happy to see him but nervous too. I know its going to be extremely difficult to leave him again when its time to come home.