This is a sob story, I will admit it right now.
I'll start at the beginning. My first foster dog was a blue merle Great Dane named Darwin. He's the whole reason I found this board- I was researching Danes and bloat because I had never had such a large dog in my care and I wanted to be sure I knew the signs... anyway that's how I found BPO.
I had him for almost 2 months. He had just been through heartworm treatment. He was very ill, and honestly he just layed around all the time and got up only to go outside a few times a day or to eat meals. Otherwise he was just a big lump of love on the floor of the living room. But I got attached, bad. It was the most wonderful thing to come out of my bedroom every morning and see him wag his tail to say hi. I prayed for him to find a great home. I cried with him many nights at the thought of him leaving me someday. And when the time came he got adopted, I was crushed. But I had to let go, because he was a foster, ya know?
So I have pretty much annoyed the crap out of the guy who adopted him ever since. Sending emails and begging for new pictures of him. Asking if we could meet at the park. Checking to see how the big guy was doing. It has been about 7 months, and the guy has responded a few times and has not sent me any photos of my friend Darwin.
Well, tonight I got a sudden email from him. It said they have had it with Darwin, they are returning him. He has destroyed their couch, and their hardwood floor was ruined from Darwin urinating everywhere. This came to me as a total shock!! In his entire stay with me, he had but one accident. And in this guys emails to me he never once mentioned there were any problems.
I can't explain how I felt when I read the email!!! I told Will, and we had such crazy floods of emotions because all the sudden- we could get Darwin back!!!! It seemed too good to be true! Yet we were so very upset that they thought of Darwin as such a bad dog! We were happy, sad, angry, relieved- you name it!! We immediately started making plans, discussing what food we'd be feeding him, what color collar to buy him, and I pulled out the old tag I'd had engraved for him which I kept... and we even went out and bought beer to celebrate!
Then I came home to another email from the guy. Oh- they changed their minds. They are going to give Darwin another chance. Maybe they can make it work. And they hope I have a great evening.
WHAT!!??!!
I don't even know what to do with myself. It is Saturday night, and I am lost in confusion.
That's my story. Sorry it's so long. Thanks for reading, and here are some pictures of Darwin from when I had him.
