I don't quite know where to start so please forgive me for a long post.
About 10 months ago I rented my place to a friend that I had known for a few months. I live on acreages. I was away for 4 months and took my own 6 dogs with me. I had constant phone contact with this friend and all appeared normal. One evening I received a phone call from an older friend of hers advising me that 'Jenny' had abandoned my place as she was in desperate need for psychiatric help as she had a nervous breakdown. I had no idea that she had 'issues.' I was asked to go back home immediately as there were quite a few number of dogs that had been abandoned and needed looking after. I came home to discover that my home had been thrashed. Windows were broken, dogs had chewed holes in walls, the new flooring had been destroyed not to mention that the house was disgustingly filthy. Mice had made themselves at home and did their business just about everywhere as well as chewing everything they could. I recall falling to my knees in total shock and horror. I had to pick myself up, dust myself off and get my act together. I was told that 'Jenny' was a schizophrenic and was on medication but apparently had stopped taking them and hence the mental collapse. Meanwhile I was left with her legacy, a huge number of dogs. I have since rehomed some of the dogs and it hasn't been easy as I wanted to be 100% certain that the dogs were going to a responsible home. I still have a fair few dogs left but it is proving difficult in finding homes for them all. I tried to rehome a toy poodle last week; he was born on the property as his mother was expecting a litter when I came back home; I have been trying to find him a home ever since he was 2 months old and have not been successful. He has the most adorable nature WITH ME, follows me around like a shadow. I had finally found the perfect home for him with a great couple who adore toy poodles but alas this did not last very long for I received a phone call the following morning from the couple advising me that the toy poodle was unhappy, he did not want to approach them, appeared scared and had actually given them a slight bite and they wanted to return him as they felt that he would have been happier with me. Upon arriving here and handing me the pup and seeing how his little tail started wagging again, they shed a tear and said that this is one little dog that should spend the rest of his life with me. I guess that is how it is going to be unless someone prepared to put in the time came forth. I am now wandering if some of the other dogs will also prove difficult to rehome. They are great with me. I guess it is a case of trial and error. I just do not know what to do as I have grown attached to them but I feel that although I can provide food and shelter I cannot give them individualised attention. WHAT am I to do?
