Bad Dog!

So, Toby got out of his underground fence again.  Seriously...this dog is gnawing on my last nerve!  I am so tired of bathing this monstrosity because he got out and rolled in someone's poo.  Hubby and I decided he had to go.  I'm all out of patience for this dog.
On the way home from practice tonight, Hubby dropped the bomb on Z, our oldest.  Z's response?  Tears!  And lots of them.  Hubby tried to reason.  He placed practicality on the table hoping our oldest would see that getting rid of the dog was the best plan.
When Hubby got home and Z was sobbing uncontrollably, I got mad at Hubby for sharing this monumental news before even I was ready.  Truthfully, I had bathed Toby and he was shivering in the basement and looking at me with eyes the size of my house.  Oh man!  Where is that cuteness force field?  I've always been a sucker for the puppy eyes...no matter who displays them.
Z couldn't go to sleep.  He was crying so hard.  We talked to him and told him we wouldn't make any quick decisions or moves.  We'd shelve it and discuss it tomorrow.  As Hubby and I made the rounds tonight to check on all of the kids, we found Z sleeping with his childhood stuffed puppy across his chest.  Ahhh, knife to the heart!  Z shared with us that since the tornado, Toby has made him feel safe.  He reminded us of some pretty big fears he had post-tornado and how Toby sleeping next to his bed made him feel more secure.
So, that's it.  Epic parenting/dog owner fail!  Can we traumatize our child?  I know I don't want to.  But, I'll tell you this:  If we keep this crazy pooch, Z is going to have to take the next bath duty!
My advice to all of you out there...save yourselves the drama...DON'T GET A DOG!!!
* Toby is on the oversized chair next to me in the office curled up and snoring softly.
**I hope to be curled up in bed and snoring softly in about five minutes!
Goodnight!