Zorro is gone at a board and train program. My brother’s friend is a dog trainer and gave us a half price deal for him to stay there for a month. Elianna was up there for a few days at the beginning and was able to attend some training sessions each day. This eventually came about because Zorro had started showing aggressive behaviors toward everyone in the household except for Elianna. Again, I don’t know anything about dogs.

Why we chose a working dog breed that is capable of killing is not something I was particularly aware of or thinking about at the time. So that’s a whole thing and I’m just hoping that this will work out and he can be integrated rather seamlessly back into a family life, however that looks for him. Growling, barking, and being protective are what we want in certain contexts but I’d really prefer he not do it to me, Josh, or the kids.

Or anybody else for that matter. I don’t know. How this doesn’t disrupt the dog and owner’s bond is not something I can wonder about right now. It was still a pretty awful day in terms of being debilitated by the news and thinking people are terrible. It doesn’t happen very often but I can feel a real disgust toward the human race at times where I can feel like certain people are not worth helping and it seems pointless/foolish to try.

I realize no one needs my negative energies being forwarded. I just don’t now why, that when it comes down to it, so much of what we do with our times and lives just does not seem to matter. Things like killings and assassinations happen and you just want to live under a rock and never enter the world again. And even when you’re just trying to live your peaceful and quiet life you still have to deal with a s***** world that’s too much.

Okay I know I’m being hopeless. This too shall pass and people will forget and we’ll eventually bounce back and we will keep moving on, as Jesus promised, with our lives.