No, seriously, where is the rewind button on this thing?

Can we back the story up a bit? Remember the Rottweiler named Raina? I would totally make that a link but I think we are talking about 3 or 4 entries back here. No seriously, Just scroll down or something.

The Raina session took off with a bang, hit that climatic scream, then trickled down an enormous amount until everyone was an emotional puddle who didn't think they could take any more and it ended up with her here for two nights only. The owner of Raina took her back because it was pretty clear she didn't belong here and didn't like the shit show it was turned into. I couldn't have agreed more as I had already cried my eyes out in a hysterical manner while screaming something about I am sick of doing this, I don't care what happens. Doing any more of that clearly wasn't an option for me personally anyway. I think I was the only one laughing hysterically at the indian giving point (as my mania was in full swing), but it had gone way past the point of ridiculous and I wanted off that ride immediately.

It was then that I was reminded for about the 100th time and remembered quite clearly... I don't do this type of thing. I am like little miss not heavy up in here. The last time someone lost it over something, I quite literally stopped them in the middle of their freakout fest and offered them a chip. Those chips were seriously to die for and as much as I knew it was not what I should do per se, it was getting super dark and ominous and I just couldn't hang you know? They were caught off guard but took the proffered chip and then we both laughed because, damn, those chips were good and what an asshole thing to do to someone. ha ha ha. But this is my thing man. This is how I roll and it's really what makes me me. I just don't do heavy shit. I try as hard as I can to avoid my own heavy shit and when I can't, I mostly run from it or handle it in a super hyped up abnormally anxious manner. I am the girl who laughs her way through life as much as possible. I have been doing an exceptional job of it so far with the occasional super sad moment and I am easy to cry lately but those are expected, no? So why would I suddenly break character over a dogs life? I am the crazy dog lady, but even with that backing me I couldn't answer why that would break me and decided to cut that shit out and go back to being the chick who says things like "Hey, want to check out MegaMind 3D soon?" or "Want a chip?" when broached with heavy subject matter. And honestly, if I try to be any other way, I don't know the next step anyway and end up becoming a basket case. I don't need any honing in that area. Promise.

The moral of this story is don't hand your homeless dog off to people who don't know how to communicate. It will fail for your dog and ultimately you. So just keep your dog and take care of it. It's all your fault anyway. Handle that shit.