Giving Eli to the person I did turned out to be a nightmare. In two and a half weeks she decided Eli couldn't stay with her. He didn't have the time he needed to adjust and therefore was acting out. She sent me a text on a Tuesday night when I was getting D fed before bath time and said he had to go and she was giving me until Saturday to find a new home.
I explained that I would be in touch that at that time it was my busiest time of day (Dinner, dishes, bath, feeding, story time, bed time, ahhh!) and I would be in touch and come up with a game plan. The agreement was always if it didn't work he would come back to me to find him the right home. That day was also full of teething, the three of us were sick, J's brother was admitted to the hospital, and we were in limbo over orders. I was overwhelmed, sleep deprived, and extremely emotional.
So I was in touch. That night I couldn't sleep and all morning I worked on things. That next afternoon she text saying she wanted him gone by the next day and offered to "Craigslist him." A complete change in things and I was so upset how cold she became about Eli. Of course he was acting out! You left him for hours at a time, went on a trip for five days, went out all weekend, locked him in a bedroom one day, a crate the next, and then free in the house after that. He had no idea what was coming next and you can't expect a new dog to your home to just adjust that quickly when no stability and consistency is being given :( He had also never been alone or without Emmie up until the point of going to her home.
I was a hot mess. I called everywhere and everyone trying to just find even a foster home for him until I could find him a forever home. One of my calls that I left a message with ended up being passed to a lady who lives on the beach in South Carolina looking for a playmate for her dog. To make a long story short my aunt drove from that area in which she lives too and picked up Eli to make the switch off. I will spare many of the details, but a lot of his personal belongings she had trashed, he was on the seat in a too small dog bag, she didn't bring his tags, registration, or papers, and now refuses to send those unless someone pays her lol.
So someone who I once thought was a great friend however has always been flakey in everyone's life ended up being a nightmare. Yep, I said it. A toxic friendship and a toxic environment for a dog I love to the moon and back.
Eli is now in a place that he seems to be extremely happy in. He has another dog for a playmate and his new mom and dad are older and often home with him. He has a big backyard and from the phone call I received yesterday from his new owner they are just so happy to have him as part of their family and loved sharing with me some of his quarks he did here that made me know he was in the right spot. He also has not acted out like the previous said he did. I can't forgive the person who had him and I feel awful for even thinking in the first place that would be the right choice for him. However, I am thankful it helped me get him to the place he is now where he is happy but very missed here.