Today quickly turned into one of my worst. Ted the Dog, a dog I was fostering through a rescue, has passed away. I went to run an errand and I didn't kennel the dogs. I was only gone about half an hour. I came home to my bathtub flooding (it wasn't on when I left) a huge mess and the body of Ted. I failed you, my sweet boy, and I'm so sorry.

I had a previous foster named Penelope. A couple of weeks ago her adopters called me and told me she had killed a Pomeranian. I have no idea what happened, but I think it started in the bathroom. I think Laz was in his regular place in the tub. I think Ted went in there and that's what started it. I think Laz and Ted tussled in the tub and Penelope joined in and killed poor Mr. Ted in the living room. I'm so devasted and I feel responsible for the loss of this poor, sweet boy. I'm so sorry, Ted. You didn't deserve this.

With her history, Penelope will b put down on Tuesday when the vet opens. Until that time she'll be kenneled and let out separately.

Had I just put you in your kennels, the two of you would not have lost/lose your lives. I have not not done right by you.