Sonny went to his new foster home this weekend. He had been back home with me for a total of 17 days and he was doing really, really well. Of course that made this whole thing more difficult for me.
Sonny was still nervous with Rob, but had begun playing in the same room as Rob, as long as Rob was sitting still. Previously, he wouldn't even come out of his crate if Rob was in the same room as him. Sonny was also going out of his way to venture into the second bedroom (where the computers are) when Rob was there. He was doing some "drive-bys," where he would run in, sniff a little, and run back out. He would do this several times in a row before going back to relax in the Papasan chair in the living room.
Anyway, when we were told Sonny was being returned, it was never in the cards for him to come back to my house. We had our two dogs and one foster, and that was sort of our limit. In addition to that, we have several weekend and week-long trips coming up in the next six months. We typically bring the dogs with us on short trips, and leave the dogs with a dog sitter on the longer trips. So, every planned trip would be a huge stressor for Sonny with the potential to set him back pretty far. Leaving him with random people each time we went away would be traumatizing for him. Attempting to take him with us on short trips would be equally traumatizing because there is no way to avoid his two biggest triggers: people and changes in his environment. So, the goal was to find Sonny a foster that could take him long term at the moment of his return.
Unfortunately, that didn't happen. The situation became unsafe, and poor Sonny was panic-stricken, so I went and got him less than 12 hours after I was told his adoptive family wasn't keeping him.
But none of that made it any easier to send him off to his new foster home this weekend.