Thad and I decided (okay so I called him yelling last week threatening her life) that Maggie may be better off with a family that a) isn't so busy and b) doesn't have so many kids with needs that must be tended to over giving attention to a dog. Even though we discussed it, he was busy working on the flood. Then he went to the cities. I was caring for Kate, Olivia, Brady, and Maggie. The girls had the ice show. We were distracted.
Thad put out the word that if anyone knew of anyone who may want a busy (or as I say psycho) dog, let us know. We, okay I, certainly didn't expect a call last night that some people are interested.
Guess what Maggie is doing now? She has (for the most part) behaving, listening, and when we told the kids, they flipped. How typical. Kate who complains daily about Maggie, has been crying her eyes out. Ryan, who has never paid much attention to Maggie other then when she makes him angry a few times a day, isn't happy. Olivia and Maggie get along okay. Since her siblings don't want her to leave, she doesn't either. Maggie's biggest ally, Brady, has no clue. Thad is sad. I am sad....
We told the kids that we can't back out of this offer. They know that if the interested party finds her to be too much, we will take her back and come up with a new plan. I have said that God (or fate depending on how you look at it, but really what child can grasp the concept of fate?) will decide what is best for Maggie.
So on that note, why does this always happen?