We tend to joke that we go through dogs a lot. Sage was a "foster dog" that we chose to borrow over the summer and give back. She was too big, her poops were enormous in our small yard. "Cosmo" we only had for 6 whole days :( he hated us, and my boys. He was grouchy and wasn't for us. I cried when I decided he wasn't for us.
Bella was our friends dog. She was a gift for her husband for Christmas. She hated her, and her habbits of peeing in the house and scratching doors. We loved her, but decided she "wasn't ours" and sold her for them. MISTAKE. I am so sad without her. I've gotten over it, but once in a while I will look back at pics and sadness comes over me.
I asked Kevin for a puppy for my birthday, well see!
Or maybe I should just have another baby.