Well, it's the end of the road for me as a dog owner. For now. Sadly, Daisy had become nothing but a nuisance or an afterthought who spent too much of her time in a kennel or secluded room when the kids were around. On top of that, 22-month old Katelyn was determined to have her face chewed off by the poor dog. Provoking her constantly, grabbing at her, and laying on top of her, I feel seriously lucky that Daisy didn't go over the edge, leaving me without a choice or decision to be made. Not that it hadn't gotten close (too close, for my comfort) -Kate did get a hand warning when she grabbed Daisy while she was sleeping last month. While trying to decide what to do, I spent 3 weeks separating and shielding the dog from my relentless toddler.
I feel fortunate to have found a couple that wanted to adopt my Daisy-doodle. They have been wanting a Cockapoo for some time, and they seem to have the time and energy to really devote to the dog. I've talked about this day for a long time, and a part of me did feel like I was giving up on my pup, but deep down I know that this is what is best for Daisy, Katelyn, and the rest of us.
Daisy is a little nervous-nelly, who barks incessantly, and is scared of her own shadow. A house with 3 rambunctious children without an ounce of self-control is definitely not the place for her. It wouldn't be fair to keep her simply because I couldn't deal with the emotions that come with giving her up. So off she went. Her nice new parents came to get her a few weeks ago, (along with a novel that I wrote them about all of her quirky traits), and they will (hopefully) live happily ever after. In fact, we received a very sweet thank you note from them telling us that they had fallen in love with Daisy, and she was exactly what they were looking for. Knowing that Daisy is getting the love and attention that she deserves really made all of my anxiety and sadness about the situation worth it. It sounds so cliche, but I'm just happy she's happy.