Thursday, February 25, 2010
I gave this away
We timed the dogs' arrival just right. We wanted to bring him home for Christmas. After trying hard to work out the logistics of having him delivered to the kids Christmas morning we opted to pick him up the week before. We took the kids out of school and told them we had a surprise. The surprise took over 3 hours to get to...you can imagine that ride.
We got to the kennel and the kids just freaked. They all stayed in the car and I went in and picked him out. Oh man was he cute. The kids fought over who was going to hold him, sit next to him, clean up the dog puke..o.k. maybe not that. We named him Fenway... as in Park... as in Red Sox. The kids loved him, I loved him...it was fun having a puppy.
Fast forward 6 months. I'm crying my head off handing over the dog to a stranger who promises to love him and take good care of him. The past few months had been trying. And honestly, it wasn't really the dog. He was just doing normal puppy things...pooping, chewing, biting. He really was a good dog. I'm crying over this dog as I write this! Anyway, it just wasn't our time I guess. Or maybe we're just not dog people. I WANT to be a dog person...I really do. I love the IDEA of having a dog. Hanging out on the beach with us, going to the dump with Steve with his cute head sticking out the window, the kids walking him around the block. And then I'll see someone walking their cute dog. I'll start to get the bug again...I'll look at Steve and he just shakes his head. Then that someone bends over with a plastic grocery bag and picks up dog poop. With their hands!
Anyway, I'm kind of back on the dog kick again. I know it's probably not time right now with the baby...right? Or is there ever a good time? Maybe I could just track down the guy we gave Fenway to and ask him if we can have him back. Thanks for taking him for a few years, but we're ready now....I think.