I had no intention of broadcasting this very personal failure.
I didn’t even need to. I had a poetic Alaskan post in the queue for today. I went to format it last night and sat staring at the screen with this failure on my soul. And I wondered what I had learned from it. Then I wondered if what I was learning, still in the steep sadness, might help anyone else. Because these private failures often offer some serious teachable moments as I sit with God in the quiet wondering why I have to be so stubborn.
You see, we rescued a dog two months ago. Bandit.
The kids had been begging for a dog since their fourth birthday a year ago and both my husband and I grew up with dogs of assorted mutt and rescue lineage.
As August approached this year, the kids started in again in earnest, and I thought this fifth birthday would be a good time to explore the option. I researched breeds. We met a bunch of rescue dogs over a few weeks. I got feedback from friends in real life and on Facebook.
There were some warning signs that maybe this wasn’t the best time. One, my hubby is not a fan. Staunchly in the “I’d be fine if we never had a pet” camp. Two, I am fried. I have a million things going and am already worn pretty thin as I’ve written about some this fall. Three, I have triplets that are only turning five. Not fifteen. We weren’t experimenting with a goldfish but a whole dog.
However, I plowed ahead, and we kept returning to this one precious rescue mutt so we adopted her.
And then everything after that was just really hard. I almost took her back within our two week trial period. She ate everything – like our furniture and swim trunks and my high heels (and yes she had bones and balls and yes she slept in a crate and on and on – all the stuff we were told to do). She was super high energy and we didn’t have much of a backyard. But I dug in. Partly because I’m stubborn. Partly because I didn’t want to emotionally scar my kids. Partly because I was embarrassed about failing and being judged. {Here’s where I ask you kindly to please keep your judgment to yourself. Feel free to judge, but just don’t share it because I’m smarting from how I mucked this up right now.}
Twice more I almost took her back but didn’t. Two of the three kids were even okay with it because this precious mutt who was wonderful with my kids was still wreaking a fair amount of havoc in our home. I tried to find her another family. I checked with folks in all sorts of avenues. I consulted with my hero friends who regularly, and successfully, rescue dogs.
Yesterday, after agonizing and going back and forth, I finally took her back. We could not provide her with the attention and space and energy that she really needed. And the rescue I had worked with, who I finally, tearfully, called Sunday afternoon, said they always take their own dogs back and try to find them a new family. So as the boys worked at the ranch and little bit napped with my mom, I returned our family rescue mutt and cried the whole way home. I cried that we couldn’t make it work. I cried that she might not find a wonderful family. I cried that I’d let my kids down. I cried that I’d failed.
Here’s what I’m learning as I sit here trying to figure out how to do better:
1. Make sure your spouse is on board with big decisions.
If something goes south, then at least you are in it together. Do not press hard into something if your partner is in full resistance.
2. Listen to people who are wiser than your preschoolers.
I’m not saying there’s not some sage wisdom to be had in preschoolers, but we can let their untested idealism trick us into believing that’s what reality might look like. It’s not. I followed my kids visions of happy playful pups piled in wrapping paper during our holidays, and I did want them to have it, but didn’t weigh all the other competing elements in our life or ability to juggle new responsibilities.
3. Don’t parent out of guilt – from my very grace-filled and wise friend Christine
Instead of chiding me for making wrong decisions, she called out the right one – making the very hard, but right, decision for our family that we couldn’t accommodate this sweet doggie. If I’d allowed guilt to keep guiding my choices, I’d have been two months further down the road having the same struggles but with all the more heartbreaking attachment.
4. Just because you let something go, doesn’t mean you don’t grieve the loss.
That’s a hard one, but you did the right thing. And the kids *may* remember how hard it is to have a pet. We are experiencing a bit of that now, having adopted a Havanese puppy in February and going through the ensuing potty training and accidents and chewing. And now, all that my brand new house. It would be easier if I was a dog person but I’m staunchly in the cat camp (even though our little guy is really cute). Sigh. He’s staying though but I do admire you for having the guts to make a hard decision. The dog will be fine and so will you. And in a month you will be very much at peace with your decision.
Thanks so much April – and hats off to you for your tenacity.
Gindi, you are so hard on yourself. You made a decision. It turned out not to be the right one for you and your family. One of my favorite quotes from my amazing hubby “Life is a series of choices. If you make a choice that doesn’t work out, you just make a different one.” Sure there are consequences, but the important thing is to learn from it. And that, you do VERY well.
Well thanks for the encouragement friend – you are right but it still smarts!
It’s a tough one but please don’t beat yourself up too bad. YOU TRIED! Make a decent donation to the agency and they will appreciate that and you will feel (a little) better. Certainly better to give him back now instead of much later. Dogs take a LOT of time…We are blessed to have a big back yard and when we arent here they have ample room to roam and play…but even then I feel guilty if they are here for 4 or more hours without some attention. Give it some time when the kids are a little older and can help and then if you should try again…GET A GOLDEN RETREIVER! They’re big lap dogs! <3
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Rae I think the space was really what we needed – I guess when Bray moves out to the farm 🙂
Beautiful post. Love you, friend.
Thanks for the grace friend.
Written for sympathy.
Thanks Laurie.
I had to find a new home for a dog I got off Craigslist. I had him for 9 months! His anxiety was giving me anxiety. Nothing we did helped enough. He was precious but I couldn’t deal. My brother just gave away…. For free, his very expensive French bulldog after 2 years! They got her as a puppy but once the novelty wore off, his wife and kids just did not give the dog the love and attention she deserved. These situations bring to light our flaws and selfishness. But we all have our limits and we all value different things at different levels of intensity. The important thing is to learn from experiences and not bathe in regret and self-loathing, because that will block us from learning and growing.