Marvel_ous
Sprinting down the street
It pains me so much to say this, but we are rehoming Connor. He peed on my parents bed while we were out carving pumpkins, and that was the last straw. Everyone in this house has known that the past months were leading up to this. He has escaped every crate we have put him in. He can't be out in the yard alone. Nobody can control him, physically or mentally. I've tried almost every trick in the book, short of the insanely expensive ones, and he is just too hyper, too mischievous, too high-maintenance for our family to handle. We're going to try to find a home for him with people who have experience with difficult dogs. I'm tearing up as I write, but I know it's for the best. Once he hit puberty, no one was happy or contented. Every reason for why I got a dog has been invalidated. He has literally peed in every room of our house and torn up countless things. All in all, this 90$ shelter puppy has cost us over 500$ in damages and supplies in the 8 months we've had him, and It's just not worth it, for anybody. Tomorrow we are spending the day together, enjoying the things we like to do, then saying goodbye, probably forever. I'll miss him to the ends of the earth, but he deserves better than what we can give him. Best regards, Trinity.