Well, that was far from a realistic plan. That was severely wishful thinking. That was "If I believe really hard that he should be here, I will somehow find time to adequately raise, love, train, socialize, and exercise an additional dog when the one I have is absolutely all I can handle sometimes." I went back and forth about it, stressed about it, cried about it for weeks before realizing that the situation was fair to no one. Not fair to Dewey, who wasn't getting everything he deserved; not fair to Violet, who was splitting her training and going-out time that she desperately needs in half while I waffled between guilt and more guilt; and not really fair to me, who got a puppy dropped in my lap that I never asked for or even claimed to be prepared for, as much as I did love him. I was losing sleep over it.
So last week, Dewey, now Dexter, went to live with a family that I believe is absolutely ideal for him. A very cool lady and a great photographer named Allyson, her husband, and their incredibly sweet, polite, well-mannered kids (five of them - I hope that my measly two or three kids I'll one day have are half that under-control). She's been great about texting, e-mailing, Facebooking, picture sending, blog-following, and I hope to continue to stay in touch with her. She's sent pictures, and he looks happy as heck. It was an extremely difficult decision, but I honestly could not feel better about this family. And, of course, if he doesn't fit into their family for any reason I will take him back in a second...but he seems to be fitting in beautifully.
A picture from Allyson.
It was a truly crappy decision to have to make, but it was the right one for everyone involved.