Musings of a Punk Rock Father

After a lot of thought, we recently decided that we would have to find another home for our dachsund chihauhau, Linus. As Aidan grows older, and more destructive, and Linus gets older, and crankier, the two personalities are not meshing very well. Linus is also suspicious and scared of strangers, which makes hiring a babysitter difficult. The dog should not be more difficult to watch as a sitter than the baby. A sitter also shouldn't fear that they will be bit.

Not sure of what to do, Mel called the Humane Society. She answered some questions about Linus, and made an appointment for Friday the 27th. This past Monday, however, at a friend's birthday get-together, we became re-acquainted with a friend of our friend, who knows someone who has been wanting to get a new dog, a small dog. Weighing in at 10 pounds, and being every bit the canine, Linus fit both qualifications.

Melanie spoke with this someone who is looking for a dog, and gave her the rundown on all of Linus's emotional and physical needs and issues, and she still expressed a desire to give our dog a home. She believes she can rehabilitate him, and I wish her the best.

It's a sad time, because we have shared a few years of our lives with him now, and whenever he is absent it doesn't really feel like home. But we love our son more, and out of a desire to protect him, we will part with our four-legged friend. His new home does not have any small children, but does have another dog, and we have a suspicion they will get along fine.

His new owner is supposed to come pick him up tomorrow; hopefully he takes to her immediately.