So it ends; so it begins.

I prepared lists and typed out tables. I met with a behaviourist from the humane society. I was ready to post all the details of the decision that lay before me. The thought of that made me really tired! What I really needed was to think and to talk to my husband. And that's what I did. I think I knew the whole time what the right decision was. It just hurt to get there.

Sometimes, you need to do something even if it goes against rational thought. Horse of Course's purchase of her lovely Fame is a perfect example. But it works both ways. I could have justified any reason to keep Mattie! I could rationally refute every con on my list. But I let her go, and it was the right thing to do.

I'm really going to miss those yellow eyelashes.

We did a really good job socializing Mattie and helping her gain confidence. That is the whole point behind being a foster parent, giving them a better chance, NOT adopting all of them! The fact that it breaks my heart sucks though. I've been crying on and off since dropping her off yesterday.

Besides, I'm really not ready for the long-term work a puppy needs to become the kind of dog I want!

Whatdoyamean?? Puppy doesn't need work, just play!

I'm going to go hug my dog now.

Xena finds a home (I think)

Well, Xena is no longer listed in the adoption page so I can only assume she has adopted someone! I am still debating whether or not to contact the humane society and ask for an update...they don't really have the time for that kind of thing but I really, really want to know. That being said, I know there is no other real explanation as she was highly adoptable and only up for 5 days.


I bawled my eyes out on Saturday wanting to go get her and yet wanting to give her a chance to find a good home. I have to learn this last part or I will never be a good "rescuer" (I use the term loosely, I intend to help the occasional dog gain skills and socialization to give it a better chance at a forever home, NOT start an actual rescue). Hoarding them would be no good for either dog or human! I wonder how people get over this and step back and hand over control. It's been hard. In the 2 weeks she was with us we all really bonded. Poor Hazel was so confused for a few days, she really was looking for Xena and moping.

I hope I see her in the neighbourhood some day so that I can rub her soft little muzzle again, scratch her shoulders and give her a hug. She was such a cuddle bear. Great, now I'm tearing up.