Funny how there's no age limit to a kid asking their parents a question even though they already know what the answer will be.
"That's fine," I said. "I'll just foster the dog." There was no way I could leave Angel at the shelter. I'd become obsessed with finding her a home. There was something special about her that got to me in a way I've seldom experienced.
So we filled out the paperwork and paid the fees and took Angel home, where our two male dogs treated her like manna from heaven.
We quickly realized the differences between Angel and our two went far beyond their equipment. Namely, Angel is intelligent, dignified and has impeccable manners. She's quiet; she does not hog the bed; and she rides nicely in the car without honking the horn, rolling down the windows, or attacking the windshield wipers. She doesn't eat shoes or decapitate stuffed animals, and she stays so close to your side she doesn't require a leash.
In a nutshell, I guess what I'm saying is WE GAVE AWAY THE WRONG DOG!
At least we gave her to the right people.
I'm grateful beyond words that my parents changed their minds and decided to take her. I don't know how I could've handed her over to anyone else.
But what I also don't know is how someone could have surrendered such an angel of a dog - a perfectly behaved, sweet-faced pooch - to such an uncertain fate.
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