I got a call yesterday from the rescue who found a home for Boomer. The family didn't want him anymore, and the rescue had to return him to us. (I had no idea that was an option...when I said goodbye to him, I thought it was forever)
The adoptive family said that he "tore up their laundry room" and had "separation anxiety" and "escaped from his crate" and "wouldn't eat". I don't buy it. These people obviously didn't know how to deal with a Boston Terrier (high energy dogs who need mental stimulation as well as exercise), and he has eaten 3 cups of food since he has been here today.
We are back to where we started. The cats are back in the basement, Boomer is sleeping on our bed right now (he loves Geoff) and we still have to find him a home...the rescue suggested a trainer who could help us introduce Boomer to cats and maybe help them all co-exist. I doubt it.
So here is what Boomer needs:
A home with no cats. Ever.
A family who knows about Bostons and their needs (exercise, companionship, brain work).
A lot of love.
What he has going for him:
He is a wonderfully loving little dog.
He is neutered and up to date on all his vaccinations.
He is micro-chipped.
He is ready for play at any time, or being a couch potato anytime.
I am willing to drive as long as I need to to get him to a new home. Anyone want to give him a try? He's so wonderful. And he deserves a second (and third) chance.
He remembered me, obviously...he just about tore a hole in the woman's car when he saw me.
I added this picture just because I was proud of it. I made homemade pizza tonight, and Isabelle helped (but she ate more pepperoni than she actually got onto the pizza) and I made a smiley face on it for her. And it was so delicious...an obscene amount of cheese on this bad boy.
Sigh...I love Boomer. The girls love Boomer. Nellie loves Boomer. Geoff even loves Boomer. (Geoff told me that he can stay as long as I can handle the cats being stuck in the basement)