I admit it.

Okay. I'm just going to come out and say it. I was WRONG. Those people I was talking to in this post were RIGHT.

Yep, I've admitted it and let me tell you, I did not want to write this post.

The dog has gone back to the rescue. I just have to accept the fact that I am not and never will be a pet person. I don't do dogs. Wiping his butt was NOT part of the deal. Sleeping on the couch to stop him from scratching up my doors and table and chairs was NOT part of the deal either. Him ignoring my daughter and being a grumpy old man-dog didn't help either. Yes, I'm sure he will be a great pet for someone else but not for us.

I don't want my house to stink, I don't want bugs, I don't want to have to wash a dog. Basically - I'm a snot when it comes to animals. EW.

But if you have them, I'd love to play with them and then leave them with you and go on my merry way. :)

So, there you have it - I made yet another mistake by getting a dog. I am sure Teddy will find a good home very soon.