I know, I know. Mom said she was forgetting about the idea of getting me a companion dog. But seeing as how I’m doing OK out of the crate (for now), she was having another round of second thoughts.
Mom looked on FB Friday and there was a big splash about Chi-Town Pitties having an adoption event not far from here. The dog Mom was interested in before, Stoney, was still up for adoption.
Mom read the caption and her heart broke a little. Stoney is 6 years old and so housebroken that he’s having a hard time using the bathroom in the kennel. (Mom felt his dignity was suffering). It went on to say that he’s been in shelter since August and he was too old to be there, and that it was taking its toll. Friday night, Mom was up all night long worrying about her peeps in the hospital and the dog in the kennel. Mom’s heart was breaking some more. She made up her mind.
Mom sent an email Saturday to Chi-Town Pitties asking about Stoney. In the letter, she outlined her concerns and questions. Then Nana and Papa came over for dinner, and I had to be very careful not to jump on Papa, so I kept Mom and everyone else busy holding my leash.
Mom checked her emails after dinner and she’d gotten a response from Chi-Town. “Oh Liz, I just posted about Stoney’s adoption five minutes ago…nice older gentleman…think it’s a match made in heaven, big yard, no dogs, cats, or kids…” Mom was happy but sad. Her broken heart felt better that Stoney was going to a better home than she could probably give. Mom said she felt like this:
Anyway, Mom said it was a sure sign that I was to be an only dog and she wouldn’t have any more second thoughts about it.
Woof! Love, Maggie