As we've endured so much this past year, the decision to be made was not an easy one, but we realized it was time to seek out a better home for our buddy, Biscuit. Man's best friend, indeed — Biscuit has been with Aimee and I for over five years and has been a wonderful companion and playmate ever since we brought him home.
He has never hurt anyone or done anything bad other than occasional stolen banana, cheese stick, or roll from an unsuspecting and careless toddler. He gets upset when he isn't near us and is often relegated to the den, the basement, or outside due to the continued special attention required for three infants and a four-year-old (who can find enough trouble without an accomplice). Additionally, Carter has skin reactions when crawling on the floor or touching Biscuit.
Biscuit loves to chase tennis balls and Frisbees, which, when left alone with him get mangled into a torn up mess, but we were always willing to go the extra mile with him and spoiled him like he was one of the family.
The good news is we were able to find a perfect family to adopt our good buddy, provided he can get along with their cats(crossing my fingers). We decided we'd manage until we we could find not just a good home, but a better home for him than our own; which meant a requirement of either children or other pets and a fenced-in yard. Brandi and Chuck have both and I sure hope Biscuit realizes that he couldn't be luckier.
Thanks guys- Take good care of our buddy.