Fickle Food

Well, I’ve known this was going to happen for a couple of months but it still makes me a little sad. Kismet is going to go live with my daughter in her new apartment. It will be hard because we’ve had Kiz since she was eight weeks old, but she’ll get tons of extra, undivided attention, and the other dogs will get more attention now as well. Abby has been begging me to let her take Kizzy practically since we got her and she finally just wore me down.

I am a little worried about how Kiz will adjust to having to wait to go potty. She’s gotten used to her doggie door and fenced-in yard. When she was little we trained her to pee-pads. I started her out on those expensive puppy pads then realized I could get virtually the same type of pad, only larger and cheaper, by ordering from places that sell incontinence supplies. I AM the consummate cheap skate. I suppose if worse came to worse, my daughter could train Kizzy back to a pads, at least when she’s not at home. And I think Kiz will really like getting to go for potty walks…
Still, it will be sad seeing her go.

Not Kizzy’s brightest look…