Obviously a hypothetical. Here’s the sitch:
Susan is in her mid-40s and has been divorced ten years. She has no children, though not entirely by choice; she and her ex broke up because he refused to become a father, and most of the men she met in the interim were not good father candidates. She’s channeled her maternal instincts into spoiling her nieces and nephews and caring for her dogs. The latest (and, currently, only) of these is Pearl, a 3-year-old Rottweiler she raised from from birth. Unlike some some dog owners, Susan never refers to Pearl as her baby, but that’s mostly because she’s embarrassed to be heard doing so. Insofar as a dog can be said to love, Pearl loves her in return. Pearl has only ever threatened one human being: mugger who was threatending Susan with a knife. She was so intimdating that her growl was enough to make him piss himself; her bark made him flee.
For about a year now, Susan has been dating Edmund. He’s about her age, widowed, and the father of a six-year-old girl, April. Things are going swimmingly in the relationship. Susan & Edmund love the same authors, hate the same movies, and have regular, passionate, occasionally bedframe-breaking sex. Moreover, Susan is fond of little April as well.
But, of course, there’s a problem. April is terrified of dogs. And with good reason: when she was four, she was attacked and mauled by a neighbor’s dog. While the physical scars have healed, the psychic ones have not. The sound of a dog’s bark is enough to paralyze; she’s been known to wet herself in a dog’s proximity. Edmund has had her in therapy for a while, but thus far to no avail. For obvious reasons April has never been to Susan’s house.
On their latest night together, Edmund was a bit more somber than usual. When Susan asked him why, he asked her if she would ever consider marrying him. Grinning, she replied that nothing could make her happier. “Are you nuts?” she replies. “I’m in love with you. You don’t even have to get down on one knee–”
“Wait,” Edmund says. “Don’t say yes yet. I haven’t asked yet. Because there’s something you’re not taking into account–something I should have taken into account before I let things get so serious between us. I can’t possibly bring April into a household with any dog in it–certainly not a Rottweiler. I want to marry you, but I have to ask – could you give up Pear?”
Susan asks for time to think about this, and Edmund agrees. She checks with her relatives and friends who live in the same city, but none of them are willing to take Pearl in, because of concerns of space, distaste for dogs, and so forth.
Assuming that you are Susan’s friend and she asks your advice, what would you counsel her to do? Why?

