Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Quite Possibly the Suckiest Day Ever

Yesterday ended up being, quite possibly, the suckiest day ever.  For sure.  Here's how things went down...

In the morning (after I posted), the girls were watching some Disney something or other in the living room, so Chris and I brought our coffees into the front room and talked about our plan for the day.  The plan did not include having Ike chew a hole in the front of our leather couch.  But, that's what he did.  He chewed a hole in the couch that Chandler was laying on. 

Now, as you know, we've had a list of issues with Ike...trouble potty training and some pretty serious aggressive territorial problems when people come to visit.  Like he tries to bite my mother-in-law's face off.  And even Molly remarked that she had never seen a dog behave like he did when a stranger came in the house.  Since we got Ike in July, the girls have not been able to have friends over because I was afraid that Ike might bite a child.

So, the hole in the leather couch was kind of the straw that broke the camel's back.  And in my anger and upset-edness, I remarked to the girls, "I think Ike is on his way to finding a new home."  And then they responded with, "Yeah, we think that's a good idea."

I was shocked.  Flabbergasted.  Utterly amazed that my children wanted to get rid of the dog that they had begged and cried to have.  Now, mind you, they didn't have a whole lot of responsibility with the dog - they were not in charge of taking the dog outside, nor were they responsible for feeding the dog.  But this was the dog that was supposed to complete their childhood.  They would be able to tell stories about the dog that they loved and adored to their children and grandchildren.  Ike was supposed to go down in family history books as the dog that all other dogs would be measured against and pale in comparison.  But, apparently, I was the only one that felt this way.  The girls loathed this dog.  More than I even thought possible.

And at the rate we were going, Chris was likely to kill the dog.

So, I called around and found a no kill place to surrender a dog.  And then I took Ike there and surrendered him.  And it was, most definitely, in the top 3 most horrible things I have ever done.  I can't even find the words that would accurately describe the horribleness of the situation.  And one part of me wishes that the girls could have seen it and one part of me is grateful that I am the only one that has to live with the memory of that for the rest of my life.

I loved that dog.  And I miss him.  And in some ways, I really can't even believe that yesterday even happened.  I spent the day crying.  Sobbing...in a not pretty way.

And then the doctor's office called....and lucky me...I get to have a minor, out patient procedure done next Monday.  And it costs at least $800 (our deductible for it is $600, the doctor's office bill is $200 and then insurance only covers 80%).  Woohoo!  Merry Christmas to me!

I was supposed to go to a super fun girls party last night and I just couldn't do it.  My eyes were blood shot, my nose was stuffed and my cheeks were chapped.  And I was in pity party mode, not Christmas Party mode.

And today?  My heart aches.  And it is all I can do to not just go and get him.  The high of my day was that I had pre-op and was freaked out beyond belief that they were going to take blood...and then they didn't! 

2 comments:

Abby said...

Oh Angie,

I'm so sorry. I can't imagine how yucky today has been. :( I hope things get better soon!!!

molly said...

I'm so sorry Honey. I know that had to be so very hard & devastating. You tried really hard to make it work, but I think it may have been the best possible option. It seems as though he just wasn't the right fit and he deserves the chance to find his perfect fit too. You know my brother seems to be pretty good with picking out good dogs. Maybe you should take him next time you go. ; ) He's like a dog whisperer or something.
Sorry too about the outpatient surgery. I hope it's not too serious. Let's talk soon.