Saddest Week I Can Remember
To begin the week, after being 3 days late and sure I was pregnant, my period came. So, I was crying and SO disappointed because I'm never late and my temps (I do temperature charting) looked like I was pregnant. Apparently, the Boston trip threw my cycle out of whack. So, that begin my week on Sunday morning. I should have just stayed in bed for the rest of the week. Then, this morning Ben (our dog) bit Rob and now he has to go. He bit him 3 years ago when I was pregnant and I was able to convince Rob to keep him, that it was a one time thing stemming from a situation that Ben misinterpreted. (Ben had something he shouldn't have, and when Rob went to get him from it, we think Ben felt backed into a corner and bit him.) Anyway, this morning, It was the second time he's bitten, so we cannot take the chance that he might possibly bite Julia. Rob put some treats in his bowl and then asked if he wanted to go outside and tugged on the leash a bit. Ben lunged and bit Rob's hand and he totally broke the skin, deep. If it had been Julia, he would have bitten her hand clear off. No exaggeration. This is absolutely breaking my heart, but my daughter comes first. I've been sobbing all morning. I know he'll be put to sleep because he's bitten someone and because no one will adopt him because he's on
medications for separation anxiety, and no one is going to take on that responsibility. If you don't have a pet, you think I'm crazy,
but if you do, you understand how I feel. We're trying to find Lab rescues in our area that will keep him and try to find him a home without euthanizing him, but I don't know how that will go. Rob agreed to keep him until we find a suitable placement, but it's not going to be fun. This week is killing me and it's only Wednesday.