So my dog Reggie died. Tragic to some I know, but I'm not much of an "animal person" and I have grown to appreciate being a "former dog owner" rather than a dog owner.

While the kids are saying:
"It's weird not having Reggie play ball with us in the back yard..."

I'm thinking:
"Yeah, his nose isn't in my crotch every time I come out here either..."

While the kids say:
"We should give away the dog bones to someone who has a dog"

I'm thinking:
You guys should also pick up the poop on the side of the house SOMEDAY considering we haven't had a dog for like 2 WEEKS NOW!

While the kids say:
"I hope Reggie is having fun in heaven with other dogs."

I'm thinking:
Yeah RIGHT! I had to FORCE you to feed him every day and NOW you care about his feelings. 2 weeks ago you were letting him starve!

We eat dinner on the patio every night now because there isn't a dog sitting by you begging for scraps.

I am filling up the holes he dug in the yard and they won't be dug up again the next day.

My yard is mine again!

You can call me a horrible person but I prefer to think of it as looking on the "bright side".