Oh Well......

Hopes were high last week after the rescue centre recieved a call from someone who sounded like a suitable new owner for Baxter. Not just suitable, perfect!!!
He turned up on Saturday morning to look Baxter over (and vice versa) and the two of us took pooch for a walk to see how they got on. Baxter's over exuberance clearly didn't phase this very likelable chap and my spirits soared as he told me how he'd taken on his previous two mutts, both large rescue dogs, and he barely had to pause for breath when Baxter started a particularly energetic tug of war game with the lead. This is one of his (but not our) favourite games which he evidently learned from the moron who dumped him - must have been great fun until Baxter started winning on a regular basis.......
I really thought we'd found the man for the job but although our new friend happily confirmed a liking for Baxter's temperament, he expressed concern that he looked too much like a fighting dog (he is a mastiff cross) and he'd have to check with his wife who was (understandably) not a fan.
It's now Wednesday and we've not heard back, so I guess we're back to square one. I would have so loved to see our mascot re-homed before we departed for France but I guess life isn't always like that is it!? I haven't completely given up hope, one staffie was at the kennels a whole year before they found The One. Now she apparently gets walked three times a day and sits and watches 'Deal or No Deal' on the couch with her new owner every day. Doggie heaven I bet :-)