A New Dog..Almost

Have I expressed to you my love for Petfinder.com? A website dedicated to showing the viewer every adoptable dog by age, sex, breed and location. Lately, I've been searching by breed. I type in Wire-haired Pointing Griffon (although it peeves me a bit that Petfinder spells Wire-haired with a hyphen..). Then, just the other day, a purebred Griffon appeared. She was in a shelter in Pennsylvania. To say I was ecstatic is a gross understatement. I can't tell you how quickly I dialed the shelters number to get as much information about my new dog as I could. She sounded great, 5 years old, good with dogs and cats and super friendly. I filled out the application, faxed it over and explained I would be there in 3 days. I spent the next day contemplating my new dog. Would Stella like her? Is the timing right? Am I insane? I convinced a good friend to make the 3 hour trip with me and help me make a decision. 

The day before we were set to leave I called the shelter to let them know when I would arrive. And that's when I got the unexpected news. She had been put on hold by another interested adopter the day before, and was being adopted that afternoon. Put on hold??? That's an option??? She'd been adopted by someone other than me??? That's an option?? My heart sank. I know, I know, it's great she got a home, but she was supposed to be MY dog. 

Oh well. I guess there will be another dog for Stella and I. Especially now that I am on to this whole "hold" concept.

As I look over, Stella is digging at my bedding because apparently a freshly made bed just isn't comfortable enough. Who knows, maybe she likes being the queen of the castle. Maybe a new dog isn't the right decision and fate's hand in this needs to be more closely observed....