I never realize how boring my life is until I try to blog. We had a very eventful week last month involving our dog Oliver.
We sold him to a family in Swift Current, because I didn't feel that I had the ability to train him, and he was running away from our yard numerous times daily. I was so frustrated I sold him to the first people that I talked to, and it was a BIG mistake.
They phoned within 1/2 hour of being home because he'd peed in their house (imagine that! a male dog in a new environment peeing!!!), and that they didn't want him anymore. Then he got out, and she emailed me again that she didn't want him anymore, then three hours later I got an email that she DEFINATELY didn't want him anymore.
Then I didn't hear anything for five days. I was sure he must be dead. I called every shelter I could think of about him. Finally, five days later she emailed me to say "Thankfully we found him the next morning before we were leaving for Edmonton! We were so thankful that we found him BEFORE we left!" UGH. (OH YEAH! They cancelled the cheque when he ran away! So he was missing, and their solution was not to pay for him!) So when she got back she decided now she loved him, and wanted another chance to pay, but told us it was our decision.
So I said I wanted him back. And she flipped out. She refused to give him back unless they took him to the SPCA and we PAID for him, or drove the two hours to Swift Current PLUS and extra 1/2 hour to her dad's farm to pick him up. (Oh yeah, because they had to drive to get him. Like I was the one who forced them to buy a dog that wasn't closer to them).
Anyway, we eventually got him back but it cost us TWO trips to Swift Current (we were supposed to get him from the SPCA last weekend, and when we went he wasn't there. They called us at 8:15pm Saturday night, about 20 minutes after we walked in to say that we had to pick him up the next morning, or they were taking him to AB with them.)
I honestly think I will die a year earlier, because of the stress this situation caused me. Fun times. Good thing he's cute.
We sold him to a family in Swift Current, because I didn't feel that I had the ability to train him, and he was running away from our yard numerous times daily. I was so frustrated I sold him to the first people that I talked to, and it was a BIG mistake.
They phoned within 1/2 hour of being home because he'd peed in their house (imagine that! a male dog in a new environment peeing!!!), and that they didn't want him anymore. Then he got out, and she emailed me again that she didn't want him anymore, then three hours later I got an email that she DEFINATELY didn't want him anymore.
Then I didn't hear anything for five days. I was sure he must be dead. I called every shelter I could think of about him. Finally, five days later she emailed me to say "Thankfully we found him the next morning before we were leaving for Edmonton! We were so thankful that we found him BEFORE we left!" UGH. (OH YEAH! They cancelled the cheque when he ran away! So he was missing, and their solution was not to pay for him!) So when she got back she decided now she loved him, and wanted another chance to pay, but told us it was our decision.
So I said I wanted him back. And she flipped out. She refused to give him back unless they took him to the SPCA and we PAID for him, or drove the two hours to Swift Current PLUS and extra 1/2 hour to her dad's farm to pick him up. (Oh yeah, because they had to drive to get him. Like I was the one who forced them to buy a dog that wasn't closer to them).
Anyway, we eventually got him back but it cost us TWO trips to Swift Current (we were supposed to get him from the SPCA last weekend, and when we went he wasn't there. They called us at 8:15pm Saturday night, about 20 minutes after we walked in to say that we had to pick him up the next morning, or they were taking him to AB with them.)
I honestly think I will die a year earlier, because of the stress this situation caused me. Fun times. Good thing he's cute.
posted by Kate | 11:15 AM
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