This sweet boy is my latest foster dog. He's a miniature long haired dachshund.



I picked him up two weeks ago and he is just a bundle of love. I never heard him growl or saw him nip or act like he didn't like someone. He is very timid and was very shy until I got him home and then, he stuck to me like glue.




I worked with him to socialize him and acclimate him to all kinds of different people. I even accosted an older man in a cemetery - I thought he worked there. Gradually, I could see Clydey develop more confidence and willingness to meet people and other dogs. I even set up a play date for him with a pair of mini doxies and that went very well. He even liked the people.



Lucky, above, and her twin sister came to play with him and a fine time was had by all. Even though it was about 90 with 70% humidity.

On Monday, a single mom with a 14 year old daughter, adopted him. The mom said her daughter wanted a little dog to carry around, and cuddle, and sleep with, etc., etc. The exchange was set for today at 5p.m.

When we arrived at the store, he seemed a bit hesitant and worried when we got there, but I just figured he was tired after supervising the carpet cleaners for a couple of hours this afternoon. He hadn't liked the male carpet cleaner but he just barked at him. At the store, Clyde wasn't bothered by any of the customers who wandered in and out of the store and there were several.

However, when the new owner walked in, he immediately growled at the mom, and didn't want to stop. I'd never heard him growl in the two weeks I'd had him. That sent up red flags immediately. I always trust my own dogs and if the don't want to go to someone, I never force them. Dogs have a sixth sense about people. They KNOW.

Then, the mom and her friend got down on the floor and Clyde slunk over to her friend, but wouldn't go to the mom. More red flags. We were there for quite awhile because other customers were buying things and some were applying to adopt cats, and so on. The girl never got on the floor or called him or tried to pick him up or looked at him twice. The girl had no interest in that dog. Did the mom lie, or was it wishful thinking?

I realize that some of my thoughts are colored by my own feelings of love for Clyde. I let myself get too close to him and I let him get too close to me. He looked at me as if he'd been betrayed. He was pleading with me to run and grab him.

I just don't feel right about this placement.