Remember? Click here if you don't....
Well we have going back and forth for about a month trying to decide whether or not we can actually keep this puppy and give him the kind of home he needs. Unfortunately, with me being pregnant the poor dog spent a lot of time in his kennel. :(
Remember how I also said we were keeping him a secret since we rent our house?? Ya, keeping him a secret is A LOT harder than I ever thought it would be.
Well, the first couple months that we had him we didn't buy a kennel. We just put him in the spare bathroom. BIG mistake. He scratched all the baseboards and chewed the door frame and scratched a small portion of the cupboards too. This was when we decided that we HAD to buy a kennel and get him out of the bathroom. Done.
We put the kennel in the front room and things were pretty good.
Then, a couple weeks ago we get a call from the landlord saying that he wants to re-finance the house and that he will be scheduling appraisers to come. Oh crap! We have to fix the bathroom like ASAP! We weren't able to fix the bathroom but instead we covered what we could with a fresh coat of paint/stain and it looked decent.
The appraisers came and went. They obviously didn't tell me anything since I don't own the house but I think it went well. I cleaned all the carpets and we deep cleaned EVERYTHING in the house. It looked good. (other than the bathroom)
Fast forward 3 days..............................
On a normal day Berto gets up around 6ish and lets Charlie out of the kennel to eat and go potty. Yesterday was apparently not a normal day. Berto didn't let Charlie out. So 2 hours later when I got up I texted Berto and asked him if he had let him out because he was whining which is not normal.
No.
Great.
Okay, so I go down the hall to let him out and I walked into a DISASTER!!
Charlie had torn up his bed completely. Like demolished it and it was everywhere.
Then I saw it.......
He dug/clawed out a hole in the carpet about 4in by 4in. Down to the concrete.
GONE.
I busted out into tears. I have always prided myself in leaving whatever house/apartment we've rented in better condition than I moved in. Something my mommy taught me.
But, how was I going to fix this? The carpet is GONE. Padding GONE. I can see concrete!!!!
I called Berto and he was upset but I don't think he realized it was that bad. So I sent a picture.....
It was the final straw. We had to get rid of the dog.
I cried harder because I am such an animal protector type person. I adopted this dog he's my responsibility and now I'm quitting. Then Berto said he would just take him to the Humane Society. This made me cry harder because now we're just dumping him. I told him to wait and let me think about it. I hated the idea of dumping the dog and not knowing what they would do with him.
At about this point my mom showed up. She was picking me up so we could go visit my sister Kinsey in Tucson. Of course she freaks because I am in tears. She asks me, "What's wrong?"
All I could do was point to the front room and cry more.
She goes in and she knew Charlie did it, but here I'm waiting for an, "I told you so" or "well, he's always in that cage" comment but no she just says, "that's not that hard to fix Julie."
WHAT?
There is a huge hole in the carpet of our rental house! How is that not hard to fix?
Luckily my mom works at home depot so she sees stuff like this go through there all the time and there is a flooring lady that she told me she would ask how to fix it.
THANK YOU mom for making that situation SO much better for me and helping with that.
So I started to worry less about the carpet and more about what we were going to do about the dog.
Berto kept texting me trying to help me feel better about getting rid of the dog. And everything he told me was right but I just felt so bad.
Remember the possibility of us moving to California?
Again if you don't click here.
We have already decided if that happens we will move to an apartment.
Where in the world would we put such a big dog?
AND on top of that we decided that if we don't move to California then we would still move to an apartment here in Arizona to save money.
So my mom and I are on our way to Tucson and I'm finally feeling ok about taking Charlie to the humane society until Berto calls me.
He calls to tell me that he called the humane society. Not only does he have to take him to their Phoenix location the guy told Berto that they have to put Charlie through a behavior exam and if he fails or they determine he's too hyper they will euthanize him.
WHAT?
Of course I busted out into tears again. Uncontrollably. I thought the humane society didn't euthanize. Isn't that what they advertise??? Charlie is barely 6 months old. Of course he's hyper, he's a puppy! So I was back at square one. How could I dump Charlie at the humane society and hope they don't kill him?? It wasn't going to happen.
Then I remembered Berto telling me like 3 of his co-workers had mentioned wanting Charlie. So I called Berto and asked what happened to those people. He said he would ask around.
A couple hours later he calls to tell me he found a co-worker that would take Charlie the only thing was that Charlie would be an outdoor dog.
Great!
I told Berto I don't like that he's stuck outside since its so hot but as long as he gets love and attention and food and water than isn't that better than our situation?
Definitely.
So Berto took Charlie and all his accessories and he has a new home with Berto's friend.
He has other dogs to play with and a big yard and the guy told us we can go visit Charlie anytime we want.
In the end I am sad to have to get rid of Charlie, but I am happy with our decision to not have a dog at this point in our lives.
It's bittersweet.
I have to admit it has been a nice day not having to deal with Charlie or smell him today.
Now we just have to fix the bathroom and the carpet and be on our way.
Thanks to my mommy for going out of her way to help us and ask her co-workers how to fix this stuff.
And thanks to my hubby for doing everything possible to find a home for Charlie so we didn't have to go to the Humane Society. I'm so thankful to have such a wonderful husband.
I will officially go on record and say I AM NOT A DOG PERSON.
We have decided if we ever choose to have another dog it will be a small one and we will pay for training. I think 2 cats and my soon to be 2 children are enough.
Here's a picture of the disaster carpet and door frame. I'll post when we fix it too.
On a happier note: We find out in 4 days what we're having and I'm super excited!!
Til next time.
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| Matty was dancing to the music the car played :) |
Ugh, blogger won't let me post the picture but it said,
"I'm speeding because I really have to poop!"
Hahahahaha :)
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