So today we found a home for Daisy. And though there was a moment when we all thought, "Hey, maybe we can be a 2 dog family," that moment vanished at 11:30pm Sunday when I was cleaning dog shit off the floor of Helen's room. We tried to housebreak Daisy. Really we did. And her defiance amazed. That last event was particularly telling. I let her out at 11pm that fateful night. She didn't perform. But when she came back inside it was showtime. And that was it, as far as the whole we-got-2-dogs-now dementia was concerned.
I am convinced that Beagle's can't be housebroken. Also, this has got to be the worst possible week for us to take on a new responsibility. We have enough on our plate. Furthermore, we can't exercise Daisy like she needs. She needs someone who can take her to the country. She wants to run. She wants to hunt. She wants to shit on the bucolic pine needle carpets of this, our Natural State. Daisy, we are city folk. We are glad to have met you, but we must now bid you adieu.
Daisy's new owner couldn't be nicer. He cried when he saw her. "It's Gladys," he said (Gladys very obviously being his previous Beagle). He just called again to tell us how happy both she and he are together. More tears. This time mine. For joy.
Hey, I can confirm the non-housebreaking status of the beagle variety, and that said, can appreciate your relief to have Gladys gone. The sweet thing that I'm sure she is.
In other news, glad to hear that Katherine's dads situation is improving. You guys are in mine & Lindsey's thoughts.
Best,
Burt