Lance is back!

Welcome home Lance.
Would you believe it? After I post such a lovely goodbye to my dear little puppy, I get a phone call from the new family saying they took him to the vet and were told he needs some work and is older than I told them. Bullshit! I take him to the vet at least twice a year, he has never had anything wrong, and he is definitely NOT 9 years old. Silly toffs. I am so disappointed, they would have been the perfect family for him. Now he is home, he doesn't really want to be here, I can see it in his eyes, he doesn't know if he is coming or going. Poor thing, he probably thinks no one wants him now. If only we weren't leaving, or if only we were going somewhere where I could actually take him.
Hubby is a bit worried about me, not sure I can go through giving him away all over again. To be honest, I am a bit worried too. I am stressed, my neck is all cramped, it is where I hold all my tension.
Now I have to seek another family for him, and what do you think the chances are that I will find another group of people who treat their pets like children? Slim? God I hope not.
I just want to put him with someone who will be totally devoted to my little boy, keep him warm and safe and please let him sleep inside...I mean ideally I would like to just have someone foster him while we are gone, then I can get him back when we return.
Poor Lance.