Wrigley

I had this bright idea a few weeks ago that I wanted a new puppy. I thought Matt would flat out reject the idea but he was like go ahead do what you want. So... Brooke, Cole, and I drove out to Tooele one night and picked out an adorable boston terrier/shih tzu mix. Brooke instantly fell in love with her "little little doggy" and insisted on taking him everywhere with her. We named him Wrigley (after Wrigley Field) and he slept in her bed.

I must admit he was pretty darn cute. He really was a good dog. He slept great at night, not whining at all and was fun to watch with Hallie. But... after about a week things started to go downhill. Cole tried several times to throw up down the stairs and Brooke insisted on carrying him everywhere, not letting him walk, so he started nipping when she'd pick him up.

After much debating and thinking, Matt and I decided that we needed to put him up for sale before we got too attached. We knew Brooke was going to be heartbroken but I was sick of fighting the kids that he was an animal and not a TOY! Saturday morning I posted him on KSL and by Sunday afternoon a very nice couple from Salt Lake had come to buy him and take him to their lonely mother in Minnesota.

I am confident that he went to a good home and Brooke still says she misses her little doggy and I miss having the cute little guy too, but it is better this way for all of us. I think the only person that is glad is Hallie :) Maybe someday when I kids are older and can handle more responsibility we'll get another one.