A dog named Tinka...

I've been told that I need to document this story before I forget the details, so here goes nothing. Please note, my boys don't know the story and could care less about reading this blog so please do not bring this up for at last fifteen years, thanks.
It all started one lovely spring afternoon when my boys talked me in to bringing home a little dog named Tinka. I thought I could do an indoor dog and would never know until I tried. Shortly after we got her she got very ill and had throw up and diarrhea episodes frequently that I, cheerfully (okay, maybe that's a little much) cleaned up as I tried to love her. The previous owners said she was potty trained, I'm not sure what their definition of potty trained was. Anyway, we had her from May and we were going into December, and, I would like to note, that baby Ty came to us in August which is when I started finding her extra difficult to love. We continued to have accidents in the house, whether they were the dogs fault or our fault is a mystery. So one day just after thanksgiving I headed into Costco and came home to a BIG mess right by the Christmas tree. She was tied on a leash and pulled herself over to the carpet to go (instead of where it can be easily cleaned up on the wood floor). I had had enough and could not find it in myself to love her any longer, being that I never really did.
I had recently come across a friend of a friend that had a boy who wanted a Shiatsu very much, so as the terrible Mother I am I called and said "If you take her right now you can have her." I took Trav to the neighbor's and loaded the dog in the car and off we went to a new home so Mom could stay sane. All the while I was thinking of what the heck I would tell the boys, I came to the conclusion that I had to tell a lie, this was sort of a righteous lie?? (Kind of like a righteous judgement, they're in the same group ;) I got home and my Mom happened to stop by with her friend Michelle and I told them what I had done, my Mom was very worried and thought I should go get the dog back but also understood that it would just happen again because she knew that I couldn't stand her. I stayed strong. Quincy walked in the door from school and immediately asked where Tink was (funny that he had never cared before this day). I explained to him that I accidentally left her out while I went to Costco and now we could not find her. He started sobbing and then got mad and then we took action and started looking. By now I was beginning to have thoughts such as, you are a terrible Mother, what kind of a Mother does this to her children, do you not have the ability to love a dog you cold hearted crazy woman. Jake and Trav got home and I explained to them what happened and we had more tears and sad hearts and I began to fall apart. During all of this my sister called and said my Mom was worried that I was having a breakdown. I called my Mom to tell her I was okay and started crying, she said "Let the boys see that you are crying too, cry with them." So I cried with them, although, not actually for the dog, mostly because I was a rotten, mean Mother who couldn't handle poop all over my house. We cried and searched for the rest of the day and the whole time we searched I knew we were searching in vain for something we would never find, that's how mean I am. I even told them at one point that these kind of dogs are very popular and sometimes get stolen, so now I am blaming someone else, oh the lies, the lies.
Let me make a short interception here and tell you that about three weeks prior to this episode we got a knock on the door one morning, it was the Washington City animal control officer giving me a ticket because the dog was running at large in the neighborhood and she wasn't lisenced with the city. This will come back to haunt me. Now on with the story...
We had to leave for a family Christmas party up north and word got out to all the neighbors that dear little Tink was missing. The neighborhood search and rescue team was now on the job and the boys had given everyone the plan as to what should happen if there are any sightings of Tink. They also said that these dogs get stolen sometimes so be on the look out. One of the neighbors said he thought he had seen a suspicious mean looking lady in the neighborhood that very day. Okay, I never lie to Broc, but right now things were not going well and I was afraid he would tell the boys, I just didn't know what to do so, I went ahead and lied to him also. Now we have the whole neighborhood and some of their parents looking for the dog and we get in the car to leave, Broc says the prayer and seeing how distraught the children were he says "please bless Tinka, we love her and want her to be safe, help us to find her." (Although, I think he liked her less than I did.) During the prayer I'm saying to myself "You are totally going to hell."
We had a good time up north and the pain seemed to be easing each day. Not telling Broc was eating at me day by day but I just could not handle all the teasing that would come with telling him. Three weeks had gone by and it started to look like we could put things behind us and move on until I got a notice to pay the ticket for the dog. One hundred and twenty five big ones, what, are you kidding? I called and explained that we didn't have the dog anymore, we felt like did the responsible thing and since we couldn't care for her we found her a good home. The judge didn't like that so I needed to go see him next Tuesday or pay the ticket. Seeings how I was not going to pay a ticket for a dog we no longer had I guess I was going before the judge. Tuesday night rolls around and after dinner I told Broc I had an errand to run (the lies continue), he asked me what and I tried to blow him off. He jokingly kept asking me and I decided now was as good as ever. So I said "I have to go see the judge."

To be continued... Quincy is going to walk in the door any minute.