I tried. Little Bit is now back in the crate with a padlock.
She’s got food, water, a binky, a new chewy (we will have to find her other one that I gave her this afternoon, as well as another bone she hid), and some paper to poop or pee on.
I will become a foster mom for this one place this one time. I think it will be ok because I have an in, though I hate calling it that. There are a couple of guys who I have known since they were children who walk dogs for this adoption place on Saturdays. I will give my Saturdays to this place if they will take me as a foster and give Little Bit a chance.
That’s where I’m at tonight. That’s where Little Bit is tonight. I cannot let her in. I don’t know what might happen. I cannot let her in the backyard because she barks at the kittens and wants their food. I cannot leave her to her own devices anymore. No one else will take her in. I just can’t bring myself to call the city on her. I just can’t unless I have tried everything.
All of the poopy babies will think I am paying more attention to her than them. They will get over it. Including Caroline at this moment.
Making pup cookies tomorrow will probably help as well.