“It’s time to give her up for adoption,” says Mom. The dog is a smiling, amazingly obese Basset, drooping, bemused, her tail gently wagging.
“She just doesn’t like my grandchild. She’s snapped at him a few times. And he just wants to hug her and love on her — we just can’t take the chance that something will happen.” Mom finds tears in her eyes, fishes for a tissue. “We have two other dogs — they’re fine. It’s just her. She’s just not good with small kids — he’s two. And he’s staying with us now, there’s nothing we can do.
“She’s my baby — but he’s my baby. I don’t want to give her up…”
Wag, wag, wag. The dog’s nails are long and untrimmed, and she is wider than she is tall, but she is smiling, smiling. Dad hands the leash to a shelter volunteer. Out the door they go, one last glance back, and as the departing car goes past the front door the dog pushes her face against the glass, puzzled.
A mother with two small children and another imminent comes in, reluctantly giving up a kitten for which she simply has no time. The kids, aged around four and five, spot the recently surrendered dog and come wiggling over. They sit in front of her, pelt her face with their hands, giggle and squeal, marvel at her shortness and wideness. The volunteer holding the dog’s leash keeps a wary eye on her face, watching for the slightest sign of tension, the merest inclination to snap.
Wag, wag, wag.
The dog stands patiently, gives and accepts kisses, and her smiling expression never changes, although her eyes stray to the door.
Animalfeasance 
So sad. Shelter Stories III as well. :(