And then 4 became 3.

Porter is gone. I know where he is going, but I’m tricking myself into believing he’s going to have an amazing set of parents in his next excursion after he is evaluated… good bye, pal. OH MY GOD! The mother fucking drama llama is following this dog… I’m so fucking fed up with it now! I no longer have a fucking pet but a foster animal until Tuesday…

So. After bawling, a lot, I decided that I needed to go to the gym this moring and bust my ass. But, I had to pick stuff up at my folks house and spent to much time there. My kick ass workout only lasted an hour due to having to meet up with someone else for lunch.

Being upset and having great music really pushed me to work harder.

No love for this week.

This week was pretty decent. I had four days of. Yes, 4! It was nice and I did what I wanted. I had some great discovery moments. I got to be a geek and look at lots of christmas trees. I drink a nice bottle of wine over a few days. I consumed less sugar and coffee. I drank tea twice a day. I tried new product and recipes and they’re a total hit! I went to a stamping party…

But then there was the whole Porter thing. Wednesday ended with a lot of tears on my part. Thursday started with a lot of tears on Kevin’s part. Friday ended with Porter being a jerk and trying to nip me while I was sitting on the floor atempting yoga and playing with both dogs.

The whole situation is uneasy for Kevin and I for so many reasons. We had nothing but love and a secure home to offer and our hearts have been broken. There is a furry creature in our house that makes us not want to be in our house until he leaves, even though he seems very lazy and harmless. We are ready to move on. We still plan on being great hosts to him but I can’t wait for him to be gone when I come home on Sunday night.

So for this week, there will be no love list. We found something to love but it didn’t work out. I have plenty of things I’m in love with right now, but I’ll save them all for when there isn’t gloominess and strange tension in my house… When there isn’t a dog in my house, who I do love, who is trying to nip me when I reach out to pet him while I’m stretching. WTF.

I’ll post a love list on Wednesday, next week.

And then we said goodbye…

Sadly, we are going to be giving our dog, Porter, back to the place from which he came. When we orginally took him, it was stated that we could if it didn’twork out.

He’s an amazing dog. He’s not dog agressive. He’s not food agressive. He’s lazy. He’s loving. He sort of listens to commands, this would improve with training. He’s great… except that he has growled at me once and Kevin twice.

He growled at me once when I was trying to put him in his crate. I actually thought he might try to turn around and bite my hand. He apparently doesn’t like to have his collar pulled on. I put his choke chain on and this helped.

He growled at Kevin once when Kevin was trying to drag him from the front yard when he didn’t recall, again this was when Kevin was trying to pull on his collar. And, last night when they were playing on the couch.. and not a playful growl either. Kevin was playing with him the same way he would play with Abigail.

The problem is this… if he’ll growl at his owners, he could end up biting someone. We like to have our dog with us. He could bite someone else or a kid. He won’t be able to either one of our parents’ house due to them having cats. He wouldn’t be able to go to Kevin’s family’s ranch and run free. If he were to go places with us, he would always have to be on a leash. We are starting to gain more small children in our lives.. not ours but friends and family.

We are both truely sad by this decission, but we both know it is the best possible one. As I fight through my tears, I know that I’d be very upset if he hurt anyone I know or made a small child fear animals.

I love you Porter, I’m very sorry we can’t keep you. I’m very sad to have to let you go. I’m also afriad of what your future might entail…

XOXOX

 

 

Welcome to our home, Porter!

So. For quite some time Kevin and I have been looking for another dog to add to our childless family. We went to shelters, we had leads from friends, and we delt with crazies on Craigslist. Kevin’s bestest friend, Martin, has a co-worker… who has a daughter… who had an ex blah blah blah and there was a dog who needed a home.

This is Porter! He’s about a year and half old. He’s a pit bull, his nuts are going away next week. He’s very calm and sweet, not dog or food aggressive. He’s a beautiful dog and I’m glad he fits with us.