Let me start by saying I love my dog. I think he's awesome. He is a little guy, less than twenty pounds, and he's not very well-trained. At obedience classes, the trainer just gave up because he is so cute.
But, our children are also cute, and they're getting older all the time. They don't understand that he's not a toy, and despite our best efforts, our daughter won't learn.
We're also about to move to a street with more traffic, and are concerned that he will run out and get hit by a car. I'm also concerned with me working every waking minute, I no longer have the time to walk him.
He's 7 this year, and has a lot of life left him in him. He's a great companion, a great friend, and I'm afraid he's not getting the attention he deserves.
So, before I post pictures, I thought I would see if I could start a conversation about finding him a new home. Has anyone else been to this point before? If so, how did you handle it?
Striking down the mundane and dastardly while retaining a certain obscure turn of phrase, denoting something elusive yet concrete.
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