Peep!

I was writing another post yesterday morning with every intention of sharing it yesterday morning but it wasn't what really was on my mind...this is....  I'll take you back to last weekend.  Matt, Grace and I were playing on the ground - Peep was in the mix of us.  He was sitting down when Grace reached for a toy of hers - the next couple of seconds seemed like slow motion.  All I remember was Peep lunging at Grace growling and trying ot bite her.  Matt and I both reacted as fast we could - Matt pushed both Peep and Grace in opposite directions.  It was instinctual but Peep rolled under our kitchen table while Grace tumbled onto the rug.  I scooped Grace up and she seemed not phased of the scene that just took place while my adrenaline was coursing through my body. Matt and I looked at each other and our hearts sunk. 

Throughout the week every time Grace would crawl in the general direction of Peep he would growl at her.   I honestly did not know what our next steps would be?  Separate the two of them all the time? give Peep to my mother in law?  Give Grace to my mother in law?  sorry, I put comedy into things when I am sad.  

Luckily we have an extremely supportive and dog loving family because my sister in law and fiance agreed to take Peep for the next two weeks until my in laws can take him permanently.  This doesn't mean that when we dropped Peep off last night that I wasn't crying hysterically.  It's honestly the moment I was dreading the minute we came home from the hospital with Grace.  Some of you may think I gave up too early on him (believe me, we've done training or making sure he isn't hurt/sick) and don't worry I feel like I failed my puppies, my husband and my daughter.   Others may think what we decided was smart and the right decision by our family.  All I know is that I'm sad and my family doesn't feel complete.

Somewhere out there... 

 

Peepers - I love you