Where's Lucy?!

First things first, she’s okay! That being said, this is still a hard post for me to write. I tried filming a video about it twice in the last week but it’s tough to talk about. Even though I only had Lucy for a few months, I really bonded with her and feel like she knew I was her mama. The main reason I got Lucy Goose in the first place was because Teddy (my yorkie) seemed so lonely. Every time Ted and I would be on a walk he would get so excited to pass another dog and was always so playful with them.   

Growing up my family had a pug named Pebbles and she was the sweetest thing ever. To this day my mom still says it was our best pet (and that’s including my little sisters goat, Alphalpha). When I started thinking about another dog I knew I didn’t want another “pocket puppy” so to speak. Teddy is only 4 lbs and sometimes I wonder if he’s supposed to be in a guinea pig cage. I originally thought about a big dog, but living in a condo I decided it would be unfair. Insert my solution... Lucy!

When I first introduced Teddy and Lucy they got along so well. They played all day, chasing each other around and playing tug of war. I was thrilled with how happy Teddy seemed, and excited to give Lucy a great home. Once the “newness” wore off to them both they started getting snappy at each other. I think Teddy realized this was my dog as well, not just a friend that comes and goes, so he got jealous. Lucy didn’t quite realize her size equaled power over Teddy and would constantly pick on him.

When it was just Lucy and Teddy together things were always tense. Teddy would try to be as far as her from possible while still being close to me, and Lucy would bite his ears and constantly play “too hard” for a dog half her size. That being said, when I would take Lucy to the dog park she had so much fun playing with other dogs her size and bigger. She always seemed so happy and met even met another pug named Brutus at the park. I got to talking with Brutus’ momma and brought up my worries about Lucy being around Teddy. She’s not a mean dog at all. She’s just a little wilder. (Heck, she’s still a puppy!)

After meeting up with Brutus at the dog park for a few weeks, his mom casually told me if I was ever looking for a home for Lucy she would LOVE to add her to their family. I immediately thought, "No! I can’t give my Goosey away!" After a few days of thinking about it, we really talked it out and decided to do a “trial run.” Which was basically where Lucy would go live with them for a few days and make sure she got along well with Brutus and the whole family. I wanted Lucy to have the best home possible, so if that wasn’t going to be it I wanted to know! She has never seemed happier.

Teddy is my baby. When it comes down to it I want what’s best for him. You guys know a best friend of mine passed away about a year and a half ago, and I had originally adopted Teddy from her. There’s something about having Teddy with me that makes me feel like I still have a piece of Shay with me. She’ll always be in my heart, but it’s nice to cuddle with Teddy and know he got to share a bond with her as well.
 
As much as I want what’s best for Teddy, I want what’s best for Lucy as well. It was the kind thing to do to. I still see them at the dog park all the time and Lucy definitely still remembers me (it’s only been a week since she went to her new home) but she doesn’t seem to be sad when she leaves in an opposite direction than me. She’s so excited to be with Brutus that I don’t think she even notices.

I hope you guys understand this was a tough decision for me to make, and I didn’t take it lightly. I think it was sweeter to give Lucy to her new home than being selfish and keep her just because I loved her so much. I’ll never forget when she looked up at me with that under bite though... gosh she’s so darn cute!