Of course the criticism will keep coming... go figure. I know both families. I didn't just pick them up off craigslist or sell my dogs to the first takers. They went for free to two families in town and will be getting all the love and attention they'll ever need.

And it didn't just happen in a week, but thanks anyways. I get nagged on for wanting to rehome, then I get nagged more when I finally find them better homes that can commit and care for them better than I obviously could according to all the criticism previously thrown my way.

So where's the line, when will you all give it a rest knowing the dogs are in better homes, and not with me as I'm such a horrible person according to most posts here. Haha what a piece of work going on here can't do anything to make a soul happy.

1. saying i'm rehoming=nagging.
2. saying i will keep them=nagging/worry that i'm not good enough
3. finding a more perfect home=nagging/suzy skeptics.

so idk what else you want from me, no matter what i do majority of you will be disappointed. I however am happy knowing Pooter is living the perfect life for him getting attention and a stable family home, and that Tikka will be getting all the love in the world from that girl and her family. I am at ease, I am happy for my dogs, and I will still get to see them and know they're okay. I have nothing else to say now for real...

Good to hear that you found loving homes for both your babies. I was critical of you, not to say you are a bad person, but to stress the responsibility that goes with having pets. They are more dependent on us than even our children as they never grow up to go off and live their own lives.

I hope things work out well for both Pooter and Tikka. Also, I know that this has been a life lesson that you will carry with you so, best wishes to you, too.

Thank goodness these babies are now in forever homes. I hope they settle in and have wonderful lives. I've heard it said "dogs live in the now" and don't care about things that happened in the past but I do know that many of them live with old wounds of fear and insecurity and if these little dears have any, I pray their new owners are loving and patient. My Tibbe came to me at 9 mos. of age a total mess of anxieties, feral behavior and raw fear. It's been a loooonnnng road but he's even now bested his worst fear - that of the sound of the den curtain rod jangling when I closed the curtains. Don't laugh, I know it sounds silly and I don't know what in his past it reminds him of but that sound the curtain rod makes terrified him for so long. That and many, many other fears. One by one we have worked through them with love, positive-reinforcement, patience and persistence. He's finally gotten to the point where I can jangle that curtain rod over and over, causing what was was for so long his worst fear; and now, he just looks at me expectantly and with a waggy tail, waiting for his treat. That triumph has been 4 years in the making. So even the babies that are somehow traumatized by earlier times can come totally around to become loving, calm, fearless and happy housemates. Rehoming worked out best for Tibbe!

Now would I ever rehome him? Only under the direst of circumstances - where I somehow was physically unable to care for him and his needs. I could not keep him if my physical condition would cause me to have to neglect his care somehow. I pray we can be together always. I cannot imagine a day without his happy little face and gentle licks or his contented little huff of a sigh as he settles in beside me. He's one in a million, my dearest friend, makes me laugh constantly and was a gift from God Himself. Oh, I love him!

Have you thought about investing in a large wire kennel for him. Then he could go with you but stay in your camper or whatever you stay in while you are out. But be with you at night. I am sure he would love the outdoors when he could be with you & get out. They are so forgiving & willing to make adjustments for us..GOOD LUCK, Wanda

I'm glad they went to people you know; I hope they will be loved and cared for.

I'm sure it was a hard decision and I know you won't get another dog until your lifestyle can fit one in.

I went four years without a furry friend, after my maltese died, because I knew I just worked too much; was too busy caring for my son; and traveling. The time wasn't right and I knew it.