Where is my dog?

I arrived in Cameron,MO and attempted to back into a small space. The space was made even worse by the motel deciding to place concrete barriers in front. I stuck one with the corner of my front bumper, it tore it loose since it is only fiberglass. I called Stevens, talked to Paula, etc.; however, for some reason I really wanted a dog right then. A dog that would sit with me while I stroke his/her head and breath slowly. I have always found it easy to talk to a dog. With the challenges of Charlie (jail, ex-girl friend wanting nothing to do with him; however, she will have a child in March/April) the challenges of being on the road for extended periods of time... I could really use a dog. Policy says no. Could I appeal on the basis of my hearing? After all I do not hear the Qualcomm once I go to sleep, no matter how many times it beeps! While Jonathan was on the truck he sat the QC where it fell in the night. It beeped repeatedly all night long. Never heard it! I need a dog. I think a mini doberman. Small enough to fit in the truck, large enough to not get smashed. I made my bed tonight, the sheets were washed the other day, so I think I will go to bed and think of more pleasant things than damage to my truck or no dog.