Five Years in Limbo

So my family got a jack russell puppy almost five years ago, and we have made a complete mess of training him. When we got him we had a family friend living with us, called Gra, who grew up around dogs and really knows how to handle them (neither of my parents had a dog before), and naturally our gorgeous little puppy Cerberus looked up to Gra as his master. And five years later he still does. The rest of us he will snarl at, bark at, occasionally go to bite, and be a bit generally nasty too (not all the time – often he is perfectly lovely. He’s our little Jekyll and Hyde dog). 

Well, this month has been an emotional rollercoaster for the Fisher family, after Cerberus really disgraced himself and was scheduled in for that final visit to the vet. He was given a last minute reprieve when my friend (and fellow Calliope editor) Crystal did an internet search and found a shelter that will try to rehouse even badly trained animals. In the hour before his date with death, the shelter was called and they gave us hope.

Now it seems that might not be an option, but Gra has stepped in and even he cannot bear the thought of the little mutt dying. So we are hoping that he might be able to take the dog. Here’s hoping. I’m just glad I am in California, and if Cerbie does need to be put down I’ve asked my family not to tell me about it until after it has happened. 

So I anxiously await news of the fate of this dog. In the mean time, this story warms my heart:

http://www.nypost.com/seven/07152008/news/regionalnews/returns_5_yrs___850_miles_later_119921.htm