Sunday morning, while we were still pretty much asleep in the Marriott that we were staying in in New Jersey, Corb received a call from his Mom. I could tell from his tone that it went south fairly quickly.
"She wants to know what time we're coming home," he said to me, after covering the receiver.
"I dunno," I replied. "Ten or eleven?"
"Ten or eleven," he repeated. Their conversation was pretty short after that, and much of it revolved around her talking to him, but I could tell by his red face that it had not been pleasant. So, the minute he hung up, I assaulted him. "So what's going down?"
"She told me that she wants to go out tonight with her boyfriend, and basically asked us to cut our trip short so that we can drive back to look after Stormy," he replied.
"But it's a three and a half hour trip back home!" I said, shaking my head. "And that's just to get to our apartment. It's a half an hour to your mom's."
"I know," he said. "And how often do we go to New York City? Don't worry, I told her it wasn't going to happen."
"And what did she say?"
"She said that she's sicking of having the dog around, and that if I can't help her, she's going to have to put Stormy down."
Man, does it make me angry when she uses those words! It's as though she knows that that's a hot button for Corb, so whenever he says no to something she asks about Stormy, that's her threat: "I'm going to have to put her down!" How about trying to find a loving home for her? Why does killing your family pet of a decade have to be the first option?
Anyway, we talked about it a bit more, and we both agreed that it was important to end this storm as quickly as possible.
Thankfully...THANKFULLY...I'm happy to report that Stormy now has a new home. And we really didn't have to look very far. Once again, Josie has come to the rescue, and now the homestead has one more addition to the family. I think this will be a terrific place for Stormy, too--rather than being cooped up in a lonely house for over ten hours a day, she'll be an environment that has a lot of activity, Annie and Tiger to give her lots of love, and, if I say so myself, a very attractive younger male dog to keep her company.
Last night, we made the switch, and when I called Josie at around ten just to check in, she tells me last night that things seem to be going well. Stormy and Prince get along very well, and the kids love stormy. Thank you, Josie, for coming through--once again!--and offering a "shelter from the storm" for Stormy.
Corb said that his mom's scared that Josie will fatten Stormy up. I think that even if Stormy gains a few pounds, she's still in a much better space than she was just a few weeks ago. And there's no danger of Josie threatening to "put her down"