So, he growled at people. And I kept making excuses. And I kept researching. I can solve this. He's nervous. He's just adjusting. Cesar says don't look. Don't talk. He was awesome for one full week. The previous owners called to check and I said he was great. We're keeping him. He doesn't bark. He doesn't chew or climb on furniture. He's getting along with the cats. Then he growled at our friend, Ettienne. The next two weeks were a downward spiral of more and more. He met Amy a handful of times and then the next time would growl.
Last night he growled at Atlee. She was going to bed and reached down to pet him since he was sleeping in front of the stairs. And he growled at my child. It tipped the scale. I can't. I'm truly sorry I can't. I'm crying because I can't. Amy keeps telling me it's like dating and there are other more compatible fellows out there. Ettienne has him this evening and is trying to place him in the shelter. He growled at the lady at the shelter. I've called the original owners to see if they want him back, but no response thus far.
So, tomorrow we leave for our scheduled vacation in Maine. It's a good thing it's my happy place. I feel like I need it. Perhaps staring at this view will start to relax the nervous ball of knots my stomach has slowly become over the last two weeks.
You know what else will act as a temporary balm on my heart?
This face right here.
There's no computer at the camp. So, if you're intending on leaving me a nasty message about how I've abandoned this dog and just didn't try hard enough and it would have been fine if I'd worked harder, please don't. Or go ahead I guess, since I won't read it for a week. No, please don't. It will still hurt in a week.