Wh called me on his way home. He had checked his fb page and come across a picture. There sitting on a sofa was my Dane...
One of his fb friends runs a rescue. My Dane was fostered out.
I'm glad when I gave him to animal control he wasn't put down and I'm happy he has found a new home but inside my heart is breaking.
I hate, HATE my mil for demanding I get rid of him. I want so badly for her to feel the pain of losing HER dogs!!!
I called about the pug. So far she hadnt found a home but she was doing good.
Yes moving away from that hell was best for us. I am happier here. Not really happy with my wh. He, so far, hasn't lost anything...he wasn't close to the dogs and doesn't really seem to care that I was or how badly I feel about losing them. I want to rip a strip out of him for that.
I just want to cry!