Quiet House

No more wagging of the tale and barking when I get home or when I slip and say the word "outside".

No more puppy eyes looking at me or barking when I'm eating or when I'm sitting on the couch and he comes next to me wanting to be petted.

No one's following me from room to room trying to herd me to wherever he wants me to go. 

No more running to the stairs and barking when I'm actually just walking towards the bathroom to check my hair one more time.

No more getting trampled over and barking when going down the staircase.

As you may have guessed, Wilbur is gone.  He was picked up Saturday morning.  It's bitter sweet.
I miss him and glad he's gone at the same time. 

We miss him when it's super quiet in the house.  But it sure was nice to sleep in this morning and not getting up at 4:30 am to let him out to do his business.  And it's really nice not have to do that when it's 20 degrees outside.

Even though I love Wilbur, Goober and Boone to pieces (also Spotty, Sparky, Culpepper and Reno...all RIP), I've realized that I am definitely a pet lover and NOT a pet owner.