What I meant by that was, if we continue to take the dog over, Mom’s going to ask who’s taking care of him, and between six kids, one of us will spill the beans that he’s got a new home (and I know which one ), and from there, it would just go downhill, as her imagination would kick in, and she’d add, “…and they stole my dog from me!” to the list of nonexistent grievances she already has against her entire family and half the town.
I think, once she’s been in there a while, she’ll more or less forget Gomer, or he’ll become a distant thing, and it’ll be better for everyone involved.
I agree completely. It's like the old Band-aid (plaster?) removal theory... better to pull it off fast and get it over with, than to drag out the misery by pulling it off slow.