FAILURE of EPIC proportion … part 2

So I had to detail the backstory so that everything I would say moving forward would make sense.

My heart was breaking and my mind turns with the thought of “if we can’t raise a dog how can we raise a child.”  I hate the judgmental eye people give you when they say “you don’t have nay kids? What are you waiting on?” I would say crate training but then someone would certainly report me Child Protective Services.  Even worse are the comments about “You two can have date night b/c you don’t have any kids, Just wait kids will change everything.”    If that is an attempt to sell this baby thing then that is an Epic Fail my friend.

After working a 12 hour day and taking complaints from clients and internal matrix partners. How on earth could we raise a child. Just last week my hubby worked a 90 hour work week. If we are exhausted by rubbing the dogs belly as he falls in front of your feet just to get your attention, how on earth are we going to get to a day care by 5pm or do homework after a long day.

I know you are judging me and these thoughts are brutally honest. Your saying “you have plenty of time”. The truth is I don’t. This year I will be 30 and besides I just got this BODY!  I have no conclusion to this rant. No profound closing statement. Its just that I pray this failure at rearing a dog is not a sad glimpse into my future.

FAILURE of EPIC Proportion part 1

As a wedding gift from a coworker 4 1/2 years ago we were given a puppy. Faybo, half Chihuahua half Dachshund, was at one point the light of our lives. Cute, energetic, full of fun and love-able. We had just married and took on the challenge with open arms. I had never house broken a dog before and my hubby had never had an inside dog, just large breed dogs like Pit Bulls.

This undertaking was an epic fail, Faybo could never quite stop peeing in the house and every time he got overly excited he would pee a little, like an old person with no diaper. As our life got more complicated, Faybo would stay with my mother while we lived in a small apartment.

I would like to add that at one point Faybo dug under the fence and ran out in the street and was hit by a car. Don’t worry he survived or this story would have been over in the first paragraph. However, he did suffer three broken ribs and he limps. This is when we discovered that there was a line of credit for Vet bills. Then we went out of town, Faybo stayed with family and once again he got out of the fence and disappeared for the weekend. To this day we have no idea where he went, but he came back blind in his left eye.

Fast forward to Faybo staying with my mother. After a storm he got out of the sun room and disappeared. My mother was frantic, she called the shelter and come Faybo had been picked up at the Sonic Drive-in down the street. All summer Faybo had been going to Sonic with 16 year-old sister and her friends. I guess he thought they were there.

When we moved in to our new house. Faybo gladly came home and although we had no fence tried our hand again at house breaking. Faybo soon took over our garage b/c he would whine when he stayed outside to long.

Our careers took of and we became to busy to play with him endlessly at the end of a busy day.
About two days ago after cleaning out the garage my husband announces that Faybo has to go. We have out grown him and we don’t have time to tend to a dog. My heart is breaking. He said I have two weeks to find him a home or he is taking him to the animal shelter.

So now I am tasked with finding a home for a one-eyed dog with three broken ribs, a limp, heart worms, and only eats name brand dog found b/c the store brands give him nausea. You can see how this is not an easy task.

This is getting long so stay tuned…………………………