What Started As Happiness...

Quickly turned to crap...literally! Let's just say that Watson did not turn out to be the angel he appeared to be. The longer he lived with us, the worse he behaved. He was not at all fond of going potty outside, decided to start chewing Libby's antique bed, cried all night in his kennel. So, he went to another home yesterday... we're very sad it didn't work out, but honestly, we're all pretty relieved that he's gone. Maybe this is why I'm not a dog person?