That definition of crestfallen or any of those synonyms pretty much sums up my emotions since Wednesday afternoon.
I don't want to get into too many details at this moment because the situation is still fluid, but it's a high possibility that we will have to find Tank a new home.
It's breaking my heart because I've grown quite fond of the fat basset.
I apologize for being so vague but we need to take care of a few things before I want to share everything that's going on with Tank Tank.
We need to talk to the vet to rule out any medical problems, then we need to get an assessment from a dog trainer.
After that, Mrs. Shife and I will try to figure out what makes sense for Tank and the Shifleys.
I'm fighting for him like crazy and I'm not giving up on him, but sometimes that's not enough.
I'll let you know how things go next week.
Take care, thanks for stopping by and talk to you soon.
One of my favorite pictures of Tanklin.
I will persevere. I will keep moving forward. I will be the stream.