Tough Day

Well. This day has been totally crazy.

As you might have read, Buttercup was having some sort of mid-life crisis last night (as six year old dogs will do) and tunneled her way out of the backyard. After long searches, many phone calls, and worrying ourselves to death, we went to bed, assuming that someone must have found her and taken her in for the night and that they would call her vet in the morning.
We got a call at 10am this morning from the vet, telling us that BC was cruising the busiest street in town (!!!) and had been taken in just a short while ago by a very kind woman a few miles from our house. I immediately went to pick her up and brought her home, relieved that she hadn’t gotten herself run over while she was out and about.
As you’ve probably already deduced (because you’re all brilliant!), our backyard is no longer secure. Which means that BC shall be returning to her inside-dog life. This isn’t a problem since she’s house trained, doesn’t eat furniture, and is just generally good-natured about being taken out for potty breaks. Reese, however, is nowhere close to being house trained, has been known to eat wallpaper (amongst other things), and is just generally spastic about everything. (Plus, our girls are a bit scared of her, what with all of the jumping and yipping she does around them.)
We’ve been considering it for a while and have always talked ourselves out of finding a new home for Reese, mainly because we felt guilty. I brought her in today, though, and the first thing she did was have an accident and knock Emma over with her jumping. Back outside she went to the puppy pen. This is no way for a dog to live. So, we finally made the decision. Literally minutes after Wes posted Reese’s information on Facebook, he got a call from another pastor in town who said he could come by today to pick her up and take her home. And he did, with his very excited children who immediately scooped a happy Reese up. Reese never even looked back.
I know what you’re thinking. I’m heartless. I felt heartless this afternoon, as we made the decision and agreed to such a quick change. I cried all over Wes about it, then called my parents and cried to them, just needing to hear that this was a GOOD thing for Reese (who will get the attention and time she needs) and for us. We should have been smarter about adopting a puppy when we have young toddlers and limited time to devote to a pet.
Anyway, that’s what’s been happening today. I talked it through with Ana, who told me, “that’s oh-tay!” when I explained that Reese would be living with a new family and wouldn’t be jumping on her anymore. Em still seems confused about where Reese is but is so thrilled by BC that she doesn’t seem too concerned about it.
And I’ll be okay. Eventually. What a tough day…

3 thoughts on “Tough Day

  1. Averyswife says:

    We're struggling with a similar problem right now. Only ours is due to an apparent animal allergy that Kirk has (we're not positive, but he gets tiny bumps all over his face and scratches himself like crazy). Since Shiphrah never had this problem it's hard to accept that Kirk has it (Avery has a sensitivity too but he just deals with it…but he doesn't crawl around on the floor, you know?). There's no way we could ever get rid of Schatzie, but she may soon be living the life of an outside-only dog (which is sad because she craves attention). *Sigh* I'm hoping when we go to the doctor the dog allergy will be ruled out but I'm not sure what else it could be.


  2. Marla Taviano says:

    Aw, Jenn. I'm so sorry. I don't think I'll tell Ava. 🙂 You made the right choice. People before pets. And besides, she's making another family SUPER happy. God's plan is always bigger and better than ours!! Hugs!!


  3. Shannon says:

    I'm sorry, Jenn! We've been there…our “Reese” was a beagle named Hannah. We got her just after we got married, and I found out I was pregnant about 2 months later. She never grew out of the eating wallpaper phase, at least if she was left alone. (Like if I'd go check the mail without her.) We stuck it out until she started digging out of our backyard on short potty breaks, but finally had to come to grips with the fact that a dog that high maintenance wasn't working for our family (with 3 kids by that time.) She's happily living with her old vet, who has a lovely family…and I'm finally at a point where I can tell that story without tearing up from guilt.
    It HAS been the best thing for both Hannah and for the rest of us. Don't fret. 🙂


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