I had a list of
Breed...I could care less.
We made several trips in to the pound.
Talk about heartbreaking!
We looked high and low until we found Zoey.
She had all the qualities that we were looking for.
That she had brains plus beauty...a total bonus.
That she was a big dork was just the icing. After all, that meant that she fit in perfectly.
So we all lived happily ever after, right?
It's my fault really.
You see...I misjudged.
I misjudged the prejudice against Zoey's breed.
She's a gorgeous blue nosed pit bull.
Which is a much misunderstood breed.
Our family and friends were horrified that we would bring a pit bull into our home.
This was the cause of much concern on our behalf.
Any kind of contention causes me much anxiety.
In the end I folded.
So...Zoey went back to her former owners.
Tears have been shed and hearts broken.
One of my teenagers said...
"Our house just feels so empty without her here."
And in a house where 11 people live...
I think that says it all...