So Long, Farewell

Our mutant, overpriced, and underwhelming dog, Polly, has found a new home. It's been a long time coming, particularly since there was a sizable degree of buyer's remorse about 15 minutes after we got her. We had given her all the chances in the world to remain in our family, short of calling Cesar Milan (aka the Dog Whisperer), but when you bite the hand that feeds you, well... Adios Amiga.

Okay, so she didn't really bite. It was more of a snip. It just happened that Andrew (not quite one year old) toddled over to her and fiddled with her fur. Now while I have been tolerant of her little dog syndrome and sensitive tendencies, her punishment far outweighed his crime, as he wasn't being rough with her.

We've always instructed the kids to leave her along when she retreats under the dining room table or under a bed. And he is too young to understand that. But she was on her bed in the living room just hanging out watching the circus that is our house. To see the crocodile tears streaming down the face of a chubby little baby who's just been betrayed by the very creature he's been happily dropping food to over the last 5 months, well it was just too much.

I (mostly) nicely took her outside, grabbed my camera, and shot a few pictures. I immediately downloaded them and posted her little butt on Craig's List. Within 6 hours I had 40 email inquiries and she was in a new (child-less) home inside of 72 hours.