DUMB DOG, WHY ARE YOU FOLLOWIN’ ME…?
So help me God… no one came forward to claim the dog in the three days the pound held him. As I predicted, they evaluated him and found him quite suitable for adoption, and now he is available. Anyone can go in there and adopt the guy.
Honestly, I swear I am trying SO HARD to forget about him, and/or be absolutely practical and smart about this situation. I don’t need another dog. I truly am content with just Hurley and Simon. In fact, I love it like this. And yet, this dumb dog is in my head and I keep thinking about him. I wish I could sit by his cage and screen people who want to adopt him. I don’t want just anyone to get him. If I can’t have him, then only the very best person or family is allowed to. I really do care about this dog, way more than I should.
Well, I’m doing everything I can to do this properly. I’ve sent word out on FB and I made a flyer. Hopefully, he will be adopted and then he won’t be an option anymore for me. That would take care of the “problem” I’m having.
And yet I still want to find time to go down there after work and just adopt him, once and for all. He feels like he’s our dog; so, why not go and make it official? ARGH. I don’t even know anymore!!