Frustrated

I deleted my last blog out of frustration. Daisy Mae is a good dog, but the day after I posted my blog we came home to find a huge puddle of drool on our couch. She started acting skittish around Jeff again and ended up running away. A neighbor found her and put her back in our yard.

I just get so frustrated sometimes. Jeff and I have argued about her, and I sometimes I wonder if it's all worth it. At the end of the day, I know that we're doing a good thing and it will just take time. It just gets tiresome when it feels like we taking one step forward and then two steps back the next day.