Murray found a new home.

One of the managers from Jeremy's store picked Murray up this morning and took him to live with her parents.

I feel a little guilty for giving him away. I don't believe pets are disposable. I do believe to have a pet, it has to be the right pet for you. When it was just Jeremy and I, it wasn't a problem. We took Murray everywhere with us. Once Jacob came home, it was harder to take everything for a baby and everything for a dog. It was harder to go away for a weekend and we couldn't leave Murray with just anyone after he started snapping at little kids and having accidents on my floor (Drew - you're a saint!). Murray and Jacob did get along pretty well but, when Murray had enough (no, we aren't the 'let the kid maul the dog and get mad at the dog' type) he would go upstairs to hide. I felt even more guilty then. We couldn't take him with us as much - we couldn't trust him. What kind of life is that for an old dog?!? The biggest clue it was time for Murray to go...Jacob started calling him "Buh-gie" which translates to "bad dog". I'd guess he's heard it a lot.

Murray wasn't my choice in a dog. He's not what I would have picked. Murray came to us as a favor to a friend. He stayed with us for almost 3 years. He's a good dog. The sad thing, Murray wasn't always terrified of everything. It's gotten worse over time. We just couldn't love him enough, we couldn't pet him enough, or cuddle him enough. We always said he just needed a nice grandma to love him. We found that for him.

I'm sure we'll have a dog again. Someday. When Jacob is older. A real dog that says "woof" instead of "yipe". A real dog that can swipe the coffee table with his tail. A dog that we pick as a puppy to train and be "our dog".

Good-bye Murray! We hope your life is better in your new home.