Finally.
I drove him 45-50 miles out to an outdoor flea market and hung a sign on his neck that said: "I need a home. Will it be yours?"
Then we walked through the flea market, which was packed, it being Memorial Day Weekend.
And we had several people asking for him.
The one who got him, though, was an autistic teen (about 14) who was in the back of a booth his parents were running. The boy saw Hector and came out of the booth and crouched down beside him to hug him, and then he took the leash and wouldn't let go.
The parents and I talked, and I told them about Hector's origins, and showed them the vet papers with his vaccinations, and demonstrated his mastery of the few commands I taught him. The boy (Hermes oddly enough) used the hand commands I used with Hector. Hermes' parents said he rarely showed interest in living things, prefering his computer and legos and GI Joes. Hermes offered Hector water and a hot dog and that sealed their friendship forever.
The parents insisted I take something from the booth in exchange for Hector and I told them he still had 2 more sets of puppy shots and a neuter to go through - and if they were going to keep Hector as an autism dog for Hermes, then Hector had to be neutered. All service dogs must be neutered or spayed so they don't get distracted from their job.
I gave them some resources for training Hector as an autism dog and places to get his ID and herness and bandanas.
They are going to keep Hector's name because it goes so well with Hermes.
And I left the booth with a really nice cast iron corn pone pan and a handful of Matchbox cars to give to a friend's son.