I adopted a dog from a rescue organisation here in...in the area. And eh...I got it neutered and I got it trained, and I paid my vet extra money to take it home to let it sleep in the bed with him that night instead of a cage. I spent $3,000 on this puppy to acclimate it to train it to be with our cats, and it just was too much energy and too rambunctious. My hairdresser, who I see every single day, she and her husband have two little girls, eleven and twelve years old. They were just looking for a puppy, they have a dog, and they said "We love Iggy, can we have Iggy?" Iggy has been with them for two weeks. I get updates every day and pictures every day of how happy Iggy is and how much their daughters love Iggy. The organisation contacted me yesterday and said "How's Iggy?" and I told them the truth, I didn't lie. I said "Iggy has a great home." Well, I guess I signed a piece of paper that says that if I can't keep Iggy it goes back to the rescue organisation. Which is not someone's home, which is not a family. These two little girls had bonded to the dog. I thought I did a good thing. I tried to find a loving home for the dog cos I couldn't keep it. I was trying to do a good thing. And because I did it wrong, those people went and took that dog out of their home and took it away from those kids. * And I feel totally responsible for it and I'm so sorry. And I'm begging them to give that dog back to that family. I just...I just want that family to have that dog. It's not their fault, it's my fault. I shouldn't have given the dog away. Just please give the dog back...to those little girls. I'm sorry I didn't call you, I'm sorry I did the wrong thing. Just give it back to the family. Please please please.
* Breaks down
