No seriously. This little turd has kind of grown on me! Even though she only weights 9 lbs. Even though when she barks -- at a freakishly-high pitch -- her whole body bounces up and down because it can't sustain the force. Even though she whines and cries like a little baby whenever we leave her in a room by herself and she's almost 10 years old. Even though she always licks my feet.
Even though she's going back to my grandpa in a little over a week :( It's all for the best though, because I'm heading out of the country very soon.
Yeah, this dog's grown on me immensely. I think this means, then, that I am becoming more and more apprehensive about the move to Europe by the day. I feel like I made this hasty decision to abandon everyone and everything in my life. Most likely, it's going to be a very difficult transition, because I have nowhere to live quite yet and I'm still not as fluent as I'd like to be.
But if I'm giving up everything for this trip, I have to go. There's no turning back now. If I'm going to make sacrifices in my life, I can't make them all futile and not go to France. There's one thing I'm thinking about in particular that came at the expense of my decision to go abroad. I guess I'll see whether or not I made the right choice by doing so.
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