Rebeca Schiller

The other night the Ol’ Man and I were talking about the future. He wants to buy a piece of property and build a log cabin and just be as far as possible from other people. I, on the other hand, want to live in a city, preferably Paris or Barcelona. We know at some point we will go our separate ways and we’ve accepted that.

The only point of contention is who will take full custody of the dogs. It’s already been decided that the Lab, Lola, will go with him since she has been accustomed to live in the country and run freely without a leash. The little ones–the beagle, Trumbo, and the JRT, Alvah–on the other hand, need to be leashed at all times so it makes sense they come with me.  The discussion of the dogs has led to some arguments usually with me getting very upset