A personal rant inside.
I rushed into things without truly thinking about the situation and consequences. I realized last night that I couldn't take care of Archer on my own, since he'd be with me alone and not with my girlfriend. And I panicked. I barely slept and couldn't eat all day. So we made the call to return him to his foster family, who are going to adopt him. He is a good dog, I'm just not in the right place mentally and in my life for one. It's hard when you reach a point where you can do something, but it's not the responsible thing to do. I've learned that lesson tonight, and I'll carry it with me so I don't make that mistake again. I'll miss Archer, but he's going to a better home than what I could provide, and that's what's important to me.