Well, I hope that I didn't scar Declan for life.
You see, we gave Sissy back to her original owner tonight. For some reason, when she moved here, she became really, really picky about going to the bathroom. If it wasn't perfect outside, if it was slightly too cold or too dewy or Mercury was in retrograde, she would just stand frozen on the grass and not pee. I feel like I tried everything - standing out there with her, coaxing her, giving her treats, praising her, everything - but it just didn't matter. Now, this wouldn't have been a problem except that she has to empty her bladder sometime, and she has peed in the house four times this week, and pooped once. After spending at least 20 minutes outside with her over the course of the morning and then cleaning up poop, I decided that she was going to have to go. I loved her, she was really sweet, but when I envisioned myself standing outside in 14 degree weather, jumping up and down like a deranged cheerleader, shrieking "GO POTTY, SISSY!" I just decided that I wasn't prepared to deal with that.
I was at karate with Reilly when my friend came to pick her up, and Troy said that Declan cried like his heart was breaking after they left. *sigh* How can a decision seem so right and so wrong at the same time?