I have this lady who is willing to take her for June-July for $500, $250 up front. Half of which I'm willing to pay. My mother though, oh no. "That bitch must be crazy." Of course mom, everyone is crazy to you. It's funny though, cause I'm the one trying to find my dog a place to stay for those two months, and she's just laid back about it. I suggested my grandma, who would be a wonderful candidate, but no. She wants to take her to the humane society.

Actually, when I got that job at the summer camp the other day this is what she said "Well, you can go with me to drop her off."

Why does this have to be my fault? She claims that she loves Sass, but she's just willing to drop her off where ever and whenever, as long as she gets that trip to Egypt. My fucking god woman. Sass is family, I can't imagine never seeing her again, not knowing that she's happy and in good health.

I feel horrible! Every time I look at her I start to cry. She's my best friend... she gives me kisses when I'm sad and wakes me up in the morning by crawling on me and nuzzling my neck. She's my Moo, my Poop Face. I'd miss her to much.

I don't want to be That Person who throws animals away like they're nothing. She's not nothing.

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