First things first, I have to apologize for being MIA since Thanksgiving. I haven’t really been in the blogging mood since then, and we haven’t even really been cooking blog-worthy meals much lately. This year’s first major holiday was bittersweet for us. We hosted Thanksgiving at our house for the second time, welcoming most of my family and Billy’s parents (who came down from Colorado Springs). It was a great celebration with lots of good food. But in the days after, Billy and I had to make one of the hardest and saddest decisions we’ve ever made.
I’ve thought long and hard about how I should address this on the blog (or whether I should even address it at all). Throughout the last year and a half, many of you have become what I would call friends, so I thought it was appropriate to share what’s been happening in my life as of late. I’d like to especially thank Amy, who’s shown me that it truly is possible to make great friends through this blog. You’ve been a great support though this Amy, and I don’t know how to thank you for caring for what most people would call a stranger.
Over the last few months, our youngest (and newest) dog, Newman, started becoming a little agressive towards our other dog, Kramer. For the first few months, it was one or two small spouts here and there — something we thought we had under control and were working to fix. We thought we had the cause of the aggression pinned down, and we had even made an appointment to get Newman into some one-on-one training. On Thanksgiving, things changed drastically. Kramer and Newman got in two fights, one before dinner and one during. After the second fight we separated them until all our guests left, thinking maybe it was a stressful situation for the both of them. Later that night, everything seemed fine — they were getting along just fine and we knew we had our appointment in just a few days. Then, Friday they got in two more fights. But this time, we couldn’t get them back into their normal state. Newman was on high alert and Kramer was terrified to get near him. Again we separated them thinking maybe the time apart would help. Late Friday night we tried to reintroduce them with no luck. Newman showed his teeth and growled at Kramer the minute he saw him.
At that point we knew things just weren’t right. Up until all of this started happening, Kramer and Newman got along great — they played together all the time, they ate and slept in the same room and they never had an issue with one another. After a lot of difficult conversation, Billy and I came to the conclusion that we had to find a new home for Newman. Friday night, Billy and I slept in different rooms with one dog each. Newman spent his last night in our house curled up with his best human buddy (Billy, of course). We boarded Newman for the weekend while we worked everything out and tried to find him a new home. Monday we spent the afternoon hanging out with Newman before we took him to a foster home with the same rescue group that we got him from. While this obviously wasn’t our first choice of a home for him, we know that he is in good hands with this rescue and that he’ll eventually (and hopefully soon) find a great home where he can be the center of attention — just what he deserves.
Obviously this was not something we ever could have anticipated or prepared for. Newman had been with us for just about a year and we had fallen madly in love with him. He was (and is) a great dog, and it was beyond difficult to come to terms with the decision we made. In the end, both Billy and I know that this was the right choice — not only for us, but also for Kramer and Newman. It’s been a hard two weeks adjusting to only one little dog running around our house, but each day gets a little easier. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of Newman and wonder what he’s up to and if he’s able to snuggle with his foster humans the way he loved to snuggle with us. It was a great year with him, and we’ll never forget all the great memories he left behind. It really is amazing how much little four-legged fur balls touch your heart.