I was going to put up Labor Day weekend pictures, but I'll do those later. I figured I should explain.
So that super precious pibble? : ( She wasn't the right match for us and I'm so, so heartbroken. She is such an incredible, amazing dog. She walked with a loose leash almost all of the time. She stopped being so interested in the cats and stopped wanting to chase them. She slept like a log after the first two nights all night long. She always rang the bells to go outside. She did everything we asked of her. But we weren't able to crate her and leave without her screaming.
It's been almost a week since we ended the trial period and drove her back and I'm still so sad. : (
I hate that I'm sure that eventually things would have been OK. I hate that I don't have the time to try and make sure things were OK by the time I start school in two weeks. I hate that we took her back and confused her and made things harder for her. And most of all, I hate that I'm relieved that I can go to the grocery store or to the post office or library and not have to worry about her screaming and crying in her crate.
I am happy that someone who will be a much better match for her than we were is getting the chance to adopt her, and I hope it goes well.
I miss the pibble. : (
