So, I've been dating that acupuncturist (albeit somewhat irregularly) since February. Things are going pretty well. I'm enjoying her company and she's really, really good looking. So, Thursday night I get a text from her saying 'my dog is missing, my car is busted, and I'm out of wine. Come over with a bottle.' So I did. She was pretty worried about the dog, and I hing out to take her mind off it. I get a text from her the next day saying her fucking psycho redneck neighbors killed her dog. You believe that shit? Who does that? Who kills a fucking dog? He was five, which is just about the worst age to lose a dog. Old enough that you've had years to grow really attached, but still way to young to say, 'well, at least he had a good, full life.' So she's beside herself. She really loved that dog. She wouldn't let me come out to see her today. It's hard not to be able to go to her and comfort her, but we're just not that close yet and I understand the desire to be alone. I don't know. I'm trying to hold back and give her all the space she needs, while letting her know I'm here if she needs me. What a shitty fucking situation.
