(by the way, anyone know what movie that’s from??)
Today I feel like the most horrible person.
We adopted a dog from the local shelter two weeks ago. And today we took him back.
It’s always meant a lot to me to adopt dogs from shelters rather than buy them. To give a loving home to those poor doggies no one wants. To save them from you-know-what.
Here’s a photo of Buddy… who really is a sweetie.
I could have lived with the occasional accident in the house.
I could have lived with the paws on the counter or table.
I could have lived with the chewing of things.
Those are things we could have worked on.
But he growled and yipped at my kiddos one too many times. He didn’t like them near his bed when he was resting. I wasn’t sure I could trust him.
And that’s not a good feeling. So we took him back.
And now I just feel bad. Giving a dog up just goes against my grain!! But I am hoping he’ll find a home where he’ll be happy with either no kids or teenagers.
So lay it on me… am I a mean&terrible animal hater or did I do the right thing? What do you think?