|Mr. Frank Sinatra|
Style, class, and a stoic exterior just waiting to be broken open. It has nothing to do with nature or preppy kids, but that doesn't matter since he isn't coming home with me. Or anyone.
Today the quarantine officer called us and, as much to her surprise as ours, said that Sinatra cannot go into foster care with anyone during his quarantine. He has to be at a professional boarding facility or a shelter with a kennel according to the head of her department. But, of course, the good state of Massachusetts won't be paying for the boarding, and no shelter has the space, time, and spare funds.
I spent my afternoon calling shelter after shelter. Most people were sympathetic, but unable to help. A few people were rude, and one shelter seemed willing to help until they asked his breed. They don't accept pit bulls into their facility. They are only in the business of rescuing and rehoming fluffy, innocent faced dogs, not those dangerous types. Now, this was after a few rejections already, and it took a whole lot of self control to bite my tongue and move on.
So I'm left with few options. He cannot stay at our facility unless the state pays for it, which they won't do. No other boarding facility would make an exception, and no shelter (so far) can accommodate such a request. I've offered free training, and foster care for whichever dog Sinatra would be taking space away from. No takers.
It looks like Sinatra's string of bad luck hasn't ended yet. The ACO, my coworkers, and the quarantine officer all love this big guy, so at least I'm not fighting this alone, but if no one can take him, and no one can foster him, than euthanasia may be his fate.
I feel like I'm over posting about this, but it's been a lot of ups and downs this week. Keep those paws crossed, cause I don't have the heart to tell Skye that she's sleeping alone for a little while longer!