I wear my heart on my sleeve. Good, bad, ugly, or indifferent, it all shows like a fashion statement across my face. I've always been that way. I think disappointment affects me more than any other emotion I can think of.
The animal rescue leagues make it really hard to get a dog. Honestly, I think they may be the reason there are so many animals that need good homes. The process you have to go through is ridiculous. To make a long story short even though my application was accepted and our home check went fine, they wouldn't allow us to adopt the puppy we had already met because I have a 3 year old. That's it. That's the only reason. I will no longer be trying to rescue a dog. They made me cry. They said I could adopt an older dog. Blah, Blah, Blah. I've been moping around for 2 days.
Then today I found a Labradoodle, 4 months old from a breeder and the dog was in our price range. She sent me a photo, we are in love. Did I mention it's a Labradoodle? Here he is...
Hubs said I could go pick him up tonight but the lady never got back to me. I'm praying that we can pick him up tomorrow. Please cross your fingers for me....The Labradoodle (Lab/Poodle Mix) is our first choice breed...a family dog that doesn't shed!
I bought a collar and a leash, just in case she calls back....I'll be ready to go. Please send lucky puppy thoughts our way.