There were couple problems to overcome. First, we had to talk the pound to let Denise or I adopt him. Second we had to figure out who could take him. The pound did not want to let him go, to them he was an evil dog that needed to be destroyed. Denise went to visit him in the hoosegow, he was very happy to see her and was obviously excited that she was there. Sadly she couldn't pet him much being in a cage as he was. When she showed that he liked her and that she could control him, they reluctantly agreed to let her adopt him when his three WORKING days they have to hold animals so their 'rightful' owners can come claim them. So even tho he had been in jail since Saturday, his first day was Tuesday. That hurdle cleared, we ran into the second problem, who was going to adopt him? They make it do difficult to adopt a pet, no wonder they destroyed 199 during the previous week before Fred's capture. Denise and her roomate already have two dogs and I didn't know the pet policy at the mobile home community where I live. The pound has to call and get permission from the landlord for people that rent who want to adopt an animal. We had to figure out something.
The next day, Wednesday, Denise and I left at lunch and talked to my landlord. The two women listened to our sad tale of Fred and one was totally sympathetic and wanted to help, the other was a total BITCH she didn't give a damn and just kept quoting rules at us. The dog had to be 25lbs or less, bottom line. The nice woman, we'll call her Bonnie, was truly sympathetic and said that if he came close she would let him slide. Unfortunately Fred's small but solid. We explained that since Denise already had two dogs it was unlikely that they would allow another and that Fred's time was running out. The only way Fred could live in the mobile home community was if 1)His owner owned the trailer. 2)The owner was a woman, and 3)She lived "by herself without a man". And they wonder why trailer parks have such a bad rap.
That avenue cut off, Denise tried to contact her landlord. All day wednesday she called Watson Reality, no answer. All day thursday (Fred's last day of grace) no answer. Time was running out on the little guy and we were desperate. We had the money to get him out, I wasn't going to let that stop us, but the pound wouldn't let anyone who hadn't been cleared by their landlord take him. We had to find a solution soon.