Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Giving Up The Family Pet

Today marks a very sad day in my life.  I can barely look at my screen without tearing up.  Before you get too devastated, nobody died, not that I know of anyhow.  Today I had to surrender my dog, my family dog as he became.  For the safety of my son, and my own sanity, I literally made the hardest decision to date.  William was 10 weeks old when I got him.  Please don't judge, I did get him from a pet store...I know, I know, I know... it's terrible.  You'll be glad to know that pet store has since been closed.  I just had to have him, he was a pain in the neck even then, but he just had to be mine.  And he was, for seven and a half years.  He was there every time I turned that door knob.  And know I am absolutely devastated.  My husband and I tried to find him a suitable home for about a year, to no avail.  It became very clear when my son began crawling and cruising around that they were not a good match.  My son has been confined by gates but is quite a frisky little one, always getting into everything as little ones do.  And my William, he is an excitable 100 pound American Bulldog, great for a single young woman living in a less than desirable part of town, not so much for an adventurous ten month old.  I still haven't found anything my son fears, including a quite large and capable doggie jaw.  I have tried for years to tame that wild beast, and we worked on his various pesky habits, but when it comes to my son, I just can't risk disaster.  William, I hope will get to live his remaining years getting all the love and attention he deserves.  He will hold a piece of my heart forever.


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