*sigh*

So Bella got a new home yesterday, with a huge back-yard to run around in. She's got siblings there that like her. She'll have the opportunity to run around and play all day with them. Sorta like living in her own personal dog-run.

And although I am sorta glad to know that when I get home, there won't be the pungent odor of her mess waiting for me to clean. I still feel a sense of sadness at the fact that she didn't work out. She was so well behaved yesterday, the way exactly I wanted her to act when she was at home with us. All I can do is keep telling myself its for the best and she'll be happier there with her new family.