I had to rehome my dog because he hated my kids
They called him a ?foster fail.” My husband and I were graduate students when, of all the rescued greyhounds that had passed through our home as fosters, I decided to keep Axel, a huge, tan, sleek beauty who loved me, treats and naps, probably in that order. He commandeered our couches and terrorized our squirrels. He was a wonderful dog, a loyal dog, an easy dog. He also had an air of cattishness about him, a judgy aloofness I adored. When I was twenty-four, we were perfect together. We?ve all had those relationships.
But my husband and I got married, like most grad students who shack up long enough to foster pets together. I decided I didn?t want to be part of the modern university system and ditched my Ph.D. program. Predictably, pregnancy followed. It was a rough one, with severe depression and hyperemesis. But around four years after we?d brought Axel home, we welcomed a baby boy just in time for Christmas. Axel didn?t seem to mind…much. It was clear he didn?t like sharing me, but he still sat on our couch when I nursed. And while he wasn?t a huge fan of that crawling human, he wasn?t actively hostile.
That is, until his brother was born. That changed everything.
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