We have five dogs.
Angie has found a new family, a grandmother with three grandlads of her own, ages six, four and two. Der B took her to meet the family yesterday, well really Gramma and the Two, and she took to them instantly, teaching the Two how to play fetch and having a wonderful time. He felt good enough about what he witnessed to leave her with them for a test night, and all seems to be working well.
She has even been given a new name, Dulcey, as in "sweet." Which she is, of course.
What isn't sweet is the reaction from two of the ladies in the rescue group. How dare he leave her with these people, who haven't filled out the paperwork or handed over a cheque! How dare he leave her with these people, when she hasn't had all of her shots or been fixed! (Mind, the doc we took her to see was the one who said she was too young for the operation.)
We may have trouble getting another foster, if these ladies don't get off their high horses. That der B has had a much better record over the last two years placing pups (this makes five) than they have, combined, isn't going to factor in with their misplaced idealism.
*sigh*