Canine a-no-no

My weird life has taken another unexpected turn. You remember Gruff? The runaway rottweiler who temporarily invaded our site and caused a bit of mayhem for the staff and visitors alike? Well I've been asked if I would like him as a pet.
I am not kidding.
His owner, a kindly (if confused) gentleman named Charles, came back to see me today and shocked me with the offer. I thought he was here to apologise again or to thank me for not calling the authorities or insisting the dog was destroyed, but no - he was trying very hard to pass him on to me. "The truth is he's a bit too much of a handful," he said, "I love him and he's great company, but the bastard can sniff out an open door in a second. He's even been out of a first-floor window and down off the porch roof. I'm gonna have to let him go, and you seemed to get on with him very well the other day so I thought I'd give you first refusal..."
Words, to be honest, failed me.
In theory, I'd love for the boys to have a nice pet at home, and we have certainly discussed the idea of some guinea pigs or maybe even a cat, but not until both sons are old enough to appreciate, enjoy and look after them, and certainly not a bloody great rottweiler that has a history of misbehaving. So I thanked Charles for his visit and his idea and told him I would put the word around and let people know the dog is available to a suitable home.
I wish Gruff all the very best for his future, but I certainly don't want to be part of it.

RC 28-8-24