As I drove home from Arizona with Marshall in a crate and my two flaked out on the seats of the car, I began to wonder if I’d done the right thing.
Would I be what this little guy needs? Would I have the patience for all the major steps that were essential for him to take? What if he required more than I could offer? The last thing this little guy needed was to suffer a setback in trust issues. I had no idea how to help him gain the courage he needed to face his fears and his life head on. I hadn’t a clue how to teach him to be a dog.
I didn’t need one more thing in my life that required my attention. But this little guy couldn’t go to just anybody. He needed extra time, more space, extreme patience and someone with the knowledge of what a real Jack Russell was supposed to be. I didn’t want to make a snap decision. I’d thought about it for several weeks. I was compelled to act. My greatest fear was that I wouldn’t be enough.