Without seeking it out, we had another “possible home” for Willie … literally 30 seconds before we planned to leave to take him to their house, they called and said they just weren’t ready for another dog. (They have three dogs, one of whom is in the last stages of leukemia and whose age prevents medical treatment.) We looked at each other, shook our heads and said, “Three strikes … we’re keeping you, boy!”
I may be a little slow, but I’m not stupid. That dog is meant to stay with us.