He's a sweet dog, but he's a handful. A BIG handful. More than I can take, even for a few more days.
I've had lots of nibbles that didn't pan out, lots of people who took my number but never called.
I knew he would be too much to manage next week, when I'll be doing retrieval and embryo transfer, and it's important that I have as little stress as possible and stay off my feet for at least a day. So I was planning to board him for a few days and have him spend a few more days at doggie daycare.
Then, today, he attacked another dog at the dog park.
It wasn't a horrible fight. The other dog is fine, though my dog walker got a bite in the tussle (from the other dog, not George). He's never done anything like that before...
But I'm done.
I need my happy, calm house back, with my two happy, calm dogs. (Okay, Daisy's totally high strung. But she's not INSANE.)
So I sent a desperate email to the rescue organization I've been working with. And, miracle of miracles, they just adopted a dog out TODAY, which means they have a space.
I'm taking George to them on Saturday.
I will cry my eyeballs out, and then I will come home and sit in the quiet and be thankful. Thankful that he came to stay for a little while, and thankful, so very thankful, that he's moved on to a safe, caring place where he can finally find his forever home.