We thought Mickey would get adopted pretty quickly because lab mixes tend to be popular among prospective adopters. But we were wrong: he's been here longer than any of the other foster dogs, and today was the first time we got a call with questions from someone interested in adopting him.
She works long hours, and she wants to know how we think he would do if he were crated all day. The correct answer is "I have no idea." His previous owner didn't crate him; we don't crate him. We put the kitchen garbage can where he can't reach it, and he doesn't cause any trouble at all when we go out or go to sleep.
Tellingly, the answer I should have given was not the answer I wanted to give. What I wanted to say was "That's a terrible idea! Why would you put such a good boy in a crate all day? Let him stretch out! Let him look out the window! Don't make him live in a box!"
I might be a little more attached to this dog than I realized.
Another bad sign: the prospective adopter asked if she could meet him to see if he seemed to get along with her dog, and my first thought was, "Hm, wonder if I could sabotage the meeting somehow?"
Elwood is out of town and unreachable (a state of affairs I am more willing to disclose on the internet since I am sharing my home with a good-sized dog with sharp teeth, a dog who has decided that we are his people and he is going to defend us (the memo that we don't need defending from the postman or the 11-year-old neighbor seems to be lost in the interoffice mail, but it's a useful trait when one wakes up at 2am contemplating ghosties and ghoulies and long-leggedy beasties)). He might be surprised to return home to a permanent dog. I'm thinking about it anyway.
P.S. No shade to crate users. I am neutral on most choices related to dog ownership, which is why my emphatic response (FREE MICKEY) is so surprising to me.
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