The Worst Decision Ever...

So, my last post involved our puppy Pike. A day after he came home Todd said, "This is the worst decision you've ever made in our 13yrs of marriage." After a week with the dog I agreed with him. It's not that I don't love the dog but I have a three year old that is trouble with a capital T. I tried hard to keep the dog busy an occupied but he loved to steal food, eat paper, and sneak into the basement to mark his territory. I finally made the decision that he needed a different home with someone who had the time for him. I felt like he spent way too much time in the crate with all my running around. Posted him on Craigslist and had quite a few inquiries. Found a single older guy who needed a best friend. I felt like this weight was lifted from my shoulders after the exchange of ownership. Garret is begging for a new dog but I know better. It's not the right time for our family. I'm sorry for all of you animal lovers who this I've done a disservice. I feel I did the responsible thing by not taking him to the humane society. So, no more dog food, poop pick up and doggie park. I wish i could do a cheer!!