Day 4 - Life on a Ranch

6.16.09

I had a bad day. The puppy I mentioned in my last post is no more, thanks to me. We were pulling out to return the U-Haul and she ran under the car. It was awful.

This tragically sad event didn't get quite the reaction from everyone I expected. Jaci's dad rode up shortly after it happened. As I was crying...hard...he said, "Try not to take it too hard; that's life on a ranch!" and rode away. Next, Rob said, "You probably did them (the neighbors) a favor." Chris said I'm like Porter Rockwell; that I do the Lord's bidding, and has called me the Angel of Death multiple times...and Jaci just laughed.

A little neighbor boy was here at the house playing with Skye and Kade and said, "That puppy was a biter. Is that why you killed her?"

No. It was an accident. And even if no one else is going to miss that puppy, I am.

I've been here for THREE DAYS, for Pete's sake. What on earth is going to happen during the next 27??? I guess I should be grateful that people here are so forgiving of such an accident prone individual.

I'm sorry, Puppy. May you rest in peace.