What a day.....sigh.....

Kids woke up fairly early, but luckily dh was able to occupy them and get their breakfast. I bathed the dog and did what brushing she would allow and hopped in the shower myself.
We had a little goodbye*** love session and I headed downstairs.

I got downstairs to find out that our basement toilet had exploded sewage and yucky water. We called a plumber, but had a hard time connecting since we were driving down to meet Cheyenne's potential new owner. Dh was freaking about the clean up etc. I told him I would go alone, but he said no, we'll all go. Jonathan was sad, but took it well. Matthew was clueless, just kept chasing her around the parking lot trying to feed her cookies she didn't want just like he does at home.

The woman seemed nice and seemed knowledgeable about submissive dogs. I hope it works out, but offered to foster the dog again if it doesn't and gave the woman my email in case she needs any insight into Cheyenne's behavior. It was so sad. Cheyenne wouldn't take her eyes off me the whole time and her eyes followed us all the way out of the parking lot. I broke down a couple of times, but had to hold it together for the kids.

Get home and want to just be alone to wallow, but can't because we have to deal with the sewage problem. The plumber ended up not being able to make it today, but didn't let us know in time to get someone else. Dh has insisted on starting the clean up, even though I keep telling him there are companies for this and to leave it alone. He is sure they can't get through all the junk down there and is clearing it out. Now I found out we should have left is so the insurance adjuster could see just how bad it was. He has to go in to the city to work tomorrow and then goes out of town tues and weds, so I will have to deal with this all myself. I can do it, it will just be challenging.

I wanted him to clear out all signs of the dog, put her crate etc away, but now I will need to do it tomorrow. He was at his breaking point today, so i can't ask him to do anything else.

ok, sorry this got so long. Guess I should have blogged it.
If you made it this far, thanks for listening.

I hope poor Cheyenne is doing ok.

***Realize I hadn't written before about needing to find Cheyenne a new home. She was not a good dog for us. Submissive pee'er and afraid of men. Aggressive towards and then afraid of the kids. Had many accidents in the house even after she had seemed to adjust to us. this and the fact that she pee'd if he even looked at her made hubby crazy. After his San Diego trip, she really had a hard time readjusting to him being home. Also with Jonathan's and my allergies and my asthma, the doc really encouraged us to get rid of all pets. It broke my heart. I firmly believe that if you adopt an animal you are making a life commitment. She really wasn't happy here though. She would have been a perfect dog for me in my 20s, but just wasn't a family dog. The woman who took here is single and lives alone which I think is the perfect set up for Cheyenne. I sure hope so.