I cried all day yesterday. We had to take Callie back.
She was apparently 8 pounds over the weight limit that our neighborhood sets on dogs. It wouldn't have been an issue at all, but our neighbor called to complain 5 times before 8:30 in the morning on Monday.
Did she have any reason to complain? No. Callie was perfect. She was one of the best dogs ever. Perfectly housebroken, wonderfully behaved, and great with the kids. She stayed on a leash whenever she was outside. She never went in the woman's yard.
The woman just didn't want us to get away with something. That is the only thing that I can figure.
So, Callie is gone. She is back at her Foster Family. I hope that she finds another home soon. She is awesome, anyone out there looking for a dog? She is one of the best.
I feel awful. Super Z is broken hearted. We have to find a smaller dog soon or my son might wither away. I hope that another dog will make him feel a bit better. I hope that eventually my heart stops aching over the whole fiasco. I hope that Callie finds a forever home ASAP. I hope I can forgive my neighbor. I hope.