Sometimes the right decision isn't the easy one...

In fact, the right decision seems to always be the hard one, doesn't it?

About a month and a half ago I found a lost puppy. He was about 8 weeks old, covered in fleas, dirty, starving and adorable.

I tried to find his home but nobody legitimate claimed him. By the time I accepted we weren't going to find his owners Justin was madly in love with him.

Justin loves pups more than anyone I have ever met. He fell for this pup right away. I did too but not nearly as hard.

When Justin was home everything was fine...the dog had someone to be with all day and Justin is great with dogs. But Justin travels a lot and he's gone a lot lately. I work really long hours. The dogs behavior began to change...he was being less good, more naughty.

A few days ago I worked a 12 hour shift and yesterday an 11.5 hour shift. Nobody was home so I put the pup in our bathroom with food, water, pee pads and tons of toys. It's not a tiny bathroom...about the size of a shelter kennel if not bigger...but he was in there too long and he ate the floor.  That's right...ate the floor...he ripped the linoleum off the floor and chewed it all up. There is a huge part of the floor missing now.

This was a wake up call for me. I liked the dog...but my pug doesn't really like him. In fact, she's been miserable most of the time since he got here. He also chewed up and ruined 3 pairs of my shoes and destroyed my flower bed...he's exhausting. These are all puppy things I was overlooking...tolerating. But eating the floor?  No, sir. And I realized it's really uncool to lock a puppy up for 12 hours.  We clearly don't have the lifestyle that matches this pup. He needs to roam free.

So, I found him a new home. A nice lady at work wants to take him. She lives on 10 acres and will spoil him with love. She has 3 teenage kids who will love him and play with him.

We give him to her Sunday. I'm sad...I spent all of yesterday crying. But I think it's the right thing to do.

And Justin is bummed but he knows it's best for this pup. The kids cried when I told them today. It wasn't a fun time.

We saved him...so we could find him the perfect home.  We should feel good about that.

But Sunday is going to suck.