We've been working seriously, with energy and determination (rather than just wishful thinking), for about two months to re-home our dog. Here is her poster-dog photo. Pretty cute, eh? Doesn't she just tug at your heartstrings? "Adopt me! Please? I'll be good. I promise."
We've had two serious nibbles since we placed her on the regional Homes4Animals website, and the family who came to see her on Saturday morning took a day to think things over and called back yesterday to say yes, they want to take her, but could we keep her until June 3rd, because they're hosting a huge outdoor wedding reception on the 2nd and won't have the time to devote to her until after that. Sounds reasonable. Sounds like they're going to follow through.
They know what they're getting. The first thing she did when they arrived was snap at them, twice. The next thing she did was jump up and head-butt their 6-year-old, which resulted in lots of tears. We had said very clearly "needs a home without small children" in the blurb -- and we did warn them on the phone that she jumps up and knocks children over. They were interested anyway. You'd think there was some sort of critical dog shortage in the Kootenays or something. Anyway, they spent an hour with her despite the rocky start, and she must have turned on some sort of charm, because they still wanted her. I'm not sure if they're going to use her in some sort of sadistic child-discipline strategy or what, but they have a 6-year-old and they still want our sweet but misguided ill-mannered brute of a dog.
My kids are already planning what we're going to do to celebrate once she's gone. Today I bought just enough food to last a month. There's a light at the end of the tunnel. It's like parole day is approaching or something. We'll no longer be prisoners in our own home. We'll no longer need to make calculated dashes across the 6 feet of no-man's land to the van. We won't have to ask our friends to phone first so we can capture the beast before they show up for a visit.