Bye-Bye Doggie

Well, Ava has taken up residence in a gorgeous pen at the Humane Society Arms. As of this morning at 10:00, she has been de-Wrobeled. Did I cry, you wonder? Yes, I did.

I cried even though there are 83 million pee stains on my carpet. I cried even though, in the four months she lived with us, we spent more money on her than we have on our daughter. I cried even though I don't have to hear the sound of incessant squeaking from her fuzzy toy anymore. Yes, I cried. The Humane Society lady handed me a Kleenex.

I sincerely hope that Ava finds a new home. If she can just be as deceivingly charming as she was with us when wide-eyed pet seekers come strolling down the shelter halls, if she can catch their eye with her own big, glassy ones and mesmerize them into thinking that she is the ideal addition to their family, she will have it made.

At least until the first "accident."

Good luck, pooch. You'll need it.