I love dogs. Animals in general, but I am a hopeless dog person. Ironically, I have a cat but she's more like a dog than a cat. She's a perfect cat for me.
Anyway, about a week ago I went into a pet store that only deals with rescued animals-not the usual puppy mill pet stores. I made eye contact with one dog-a 5 year oldish German Shepherd and possibly lab mix and fell hard for her.
I went back to visit a few days later and knew that I was helpless to resist. I went out of town for the remainder of the week and kept thinking about this dog. I knew that she'd get along just fine with my cat and my family's other dogs when we visited and I was prepping myself for the new roomie.
I got back into town and headed over on sunday pretty much to go ahead and get her. I walked in the door and she was there, but she was being prepped to go home with her new owner-the one that had adopted her the night before!
At least I got to say goodbye, but when I stop to think about it it saddens me. Granted I want to keep almost every dog that I meet, but this was the first to get this far-she was special. It looked like her new home would be a good one and I think she'll be very happy.
Oh well. I had to let it out somewhere so I dumped it all here. There is a CP connection though, oddly enough. I was so depressed that I went to a local greenhouse and bought a couple of CPs! There really is something to "retail therapy"! I remember having an awful day and buying a benchtop drill press and oh how that perked me up!