Perhaps if I was a better person/mother/dog trainer I would not be in the situation that I am currently in. I cannot spread myself in all directions. I cannot supervise every situation. I cannot oversee everything. Bravo to those of you who can do those sort of things.
I know that I would never feel entirely comfortable with Quincy around Ruby or other children. Say what you will about supervision and prevention and teaching young children about dogs but the fact of the matter is that it would take all of TWO SECONDS for Ruby to reach out and grab Quincy's ear as Quincy walked by, and then I would have a very bad situation on my hands. And I cannot keep the two separated until Ruby is old enough to understand.
And euthanization is a bullshit answer to this.
We all have our limits. Dogs. Babies. Mommies. I know mine. And I am doing the best that I can given this fucking terrible situation.
I know (and love) my dog. She is a member of my family. I have had her since she was 7 weeks old. Today is her 8th birthday.
Today she is leaving to go live with someone else.
Today my heart is broken.