The end of puppy story
So, I sent out a request to the universe for a Rottweiler puppy for Christmas. Within the hour someone told me about a golden retriever that might need a home. Well, it was the lady taking my blood and she went on vacation, unable to be contacted the next day so that dog was not really the universe talking. The next day, my neighbor shows up talking about a French Bulldog having been rescued from a puppy mill needing a home. Of course this dog is nothing like a Rottweiler but my neighbor's mother talks and talks at me until I take the number of the foster mom. I start dreaming about black french bulldogs till I finally just decide to call the lady. After the first conversation foster mom decides we are the perfect forever home for this little dog and send us a picture and her story. She turns out to be just so cute that I keep giggling every time I imagine her running around the house. The foster mother makes arrangements with us to show up the next day to introduce little dog to my mother's big lab and see how things go. But the next day, she doesn't call. We call her and she talks about the price of the dog. We tell her if little dog fits with the other animals we can pay the adoption fee. She is thrilled on the phone and goes on and on about how perfect we are and how she thinks we will just be a wonderful fit. By this time, we have fallen in love with little picture. The foster mother says she will shovel out her car and give us a call. No call. Night comes and still no call. The next day we call her again. She says she is sorry but the little dog is going to a home in Connecticut. This would not bother me so much had she been up front about other option homes for little one. But she made us think little dog was ours if we wanted her. She goes on to say that really, these dogs are so popular that there are people who apply three or four times for the French Bulldogs and never get one. We didn't get into it because of the breed. We called because a dog needed a home and made the mistake of falling for a story and a picture and a promise. Oh well. No puppy or little dog for Christmas.