Never thought I'd be able to say that about myself, apart from maybe the brief period of time for grieving in between the departure of one dog and the arrival of the next. However after one of our animals snapped at Poppy again last week we finally made the decision that they had to go. We had two shih-tzu males that are perfect lap dogs for adults, cuddly and cute, and such a part of our lives from when we bought our first home together and then got married. Once Poppy got mobile, they got grumpy and possessive over our lap space and their personal space. Snappy dogs and a toddler do not mix.
We have been very lucky that via a combination of a random spouting on my Facebook status about the situtation and a friend recently losing her beloved Westie, we found the way to make the best of a shitty situation. She was able to take both dogs to keep them together, as they adore one another, and we didn't have to give them away to a random or, worse still, the dogs home. She lives 20mins away and we can visit whenever we like. Not that we're planning on it, for their sakes and our emotional sanity.
Now we just have to get Poppy to stop calling for them whenever we pull the car onto the drive outside the house. And finding random chewed up golf balls where she's hidden them in a saucepan after Ozzy mutilated it. Or missing them whenever I sit on the couch and he's not there waiting to jump up on my lap. Sigh.
Life can be so fucking crappy at times.
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