I happily stand corrected.

I might be some things, but one thing that I am not is someone who won’t admit they were wrong. I’m stubborn, but not an idiot.

So after all the stress, the issues, the tears, the waffling. It’s all worked out, just as it should have. Just as I should have let it – but perhaps we wouldn’t be HERE if we didn’t take the course we did. It’s one of those things in life, you’ll never know how things would have unraveled if you’d have taken another path. What the hell am I talking about, well here it goes.

Remember that post, that awful, tearful, heartbreaking post about letting Marcy go? Well here’s the follow up. We took Marcy to the Humane Society – one of their staff took her in his car down to Greenfield to meet a potential adoptee. It was AWFUL, saying goodbye, her leaning into me as we pass our car (as if to say – uh, we’re passing the car lady), loading her into his car – her big brown eyes looking at me like, “Where am I going and why aren’t you with me?” (I sort of have a Snow White view of animals and I pretty much believe every cartoon or Spooky Buddies type of movie that makes dogs and animals talk, I believe they silently have this dialog going on, bare with me). We cried, we ate Perkins, we went home. I received a phone call that her placement didn’t work. The other resident dog attacked her, and kept trying to get her every time he got within striking distance. She clearly emits “Alpha” phermones or smells or energy or something because this fella, wasn’t having it. She went home with the HS employee – with his 15 dogs – some of which I pray are outdoor dogs. She didn’t eat, she wouldn’t lay down, she just stood there until he put her blankie down and she finally curled up on it and didn’t budge until he brought her back the next day. Heartbreaking, right? She was happy to see us, we brought her home.

She was a slightly different dog, she wouldn’t leave my side, she was more social. In fact she didn’t even flinch when Cyd walked on her blanket on his way to me. Cyd starting coming in and sleeping on our floor again, whether we were there or not.   She started coming in the house and her tail would wag a little and most of all if Cyd was getting attention, she’d trot away giving him his time and if she was the focus and he got all up in her face she dealt with it. No growls, no snapping. Like she was scared straight, I imagine her though process to be – “I didn’t like that experience, so I guess I better shape up or they WILL ship me out.” (Again, Snow White interpretation)

In the mean time we know a wonderful family that was interested in her, they met her and of course fell in love with her sweet disposition and calm nature. Not to mention her floppy lips and big brown eyes. After much discussion, their location, lack of fence and neighbor dog were possible issues. Ryan and I made a pact that if this didn’t work out – it was meant to be, WE were meant to be her owners and that WE would work on correcting any of the issues we’ve faced. So long story short, the family decided that it wasn’t going to work and a relief has settled in that Marcy is ours. I am sure we’ll face some frustrations, but for now her behavior and the issues we had have all but dissolved. Except the barking, that’s going to be a fun one to work on….

So like I said, I think the path that we had to take led us to this point, led her to this point. Maybe she wouldn’t have been so amicable with Cyd if she hadn’t had her experience “on the farm.” If we hadn’t tried to make it work with another family, I may have always wondered if this was suppose to be or not. All I know is we all seem happy and comfortable. In fact this morning I walked into mini-wild kingdom in our room. Aliza, our cat, on our bed. Cyd on the floor in front of the bed and Marcy next to the bed. In the moment I was furious, thinking “Seriously??!?!?! Now you three decide to be kumbaya?” Now, however it makes me smile and helps me know this was all meant to be.

I want to close with a big thanks to everyone and their super kind words – I can not tell you how touching and thoughtful and helpful they all were as I stressed about this entire situation (stressed so much my face resembles that of my 7th grade school picture – full o’ pimples). Thank you, thank you, thank you. You were right, I was wrong and I happily admit it!