The most heartbreaking thing

As most of you know, I got a dog three weeks ago that I named Luna. I loved Luna and she loved me. But she didn't really love a whole lot of other people. Basically, she just loved me. She started nipping at my family and my dogs so I took her to Behavior training that the shelter I got her from offers for free. I thought it would all improve and by the time I moved into my apartment, all would be well. Now, let me clear somethings up, Luna is not nor will ever be a mean dog. She nips out of fear and anxiety and sometimes defensiveness. In three weeks, this dog had become my whole world and I was willing to do whatever it took to be able to keep her. I scheduled an appointment in Friday because the night before she had tried to nip my sister. She had never fully bit anyone but it was only a matter of time. My mom came with me to the meeting. I was hoping they would be able to give me a more aggressive action plan to help

Luna feel comfortable and not be threatened to bite. 

Unfortunately, that was not how the meeting went. They suggested that a surrender Luna back to the shelter to find her a better home where she could get more help. Like was the most heartbreaking thing I had ever heard. I just started crying. I didn't have an option. I would have to surrender my dog the next day back to the shelter. I cried for the remainder of the day. I more like sobbed. I was so upset that the dog I loved so much and had done nothing wrong her in book, had to be given back.

It was the hardest thing I've had to do. On my way to work this morning, after saying my final goodbye to her, I cried the whole way there. 

I knew I needed to find a new dog and somewhat quickly because otherwise I knew I would just cry for days. I went to a place with the kid I nanny just to see what dogs they had. The guy on the phone said he had some really cute teacup poodles. So I went and looked. And let's just say I didn't leave empty handed. I came home with the cutest little 10 week old apricot teacup poodle. I named him Oliver (Ollie for short). 

Now I know it seems fast, considering my dad took Luna to the shelter today, but I knew she was never coming back. And I am still completely heartbroken, but being distracted by Ollie has helped. And he is the cutest little two pound dog ever. Full grown he is expected to weigh about 4 pounds. He's very sweet and playful and has been excellent so far. 

Ollie and I have had a very long day and we are pooped. I love my little baby boy and I am very thankful for my parents who let me bring my little boy home. I'm excited to see what the future holds and I can only pray that my sweet Luna finds the perfect home for her. I will always love her. 

I love you all! 

-Jessica.