I am in one of those seasons of life where things are going so well that I am waiting for something bad to happen. I have an amazing new church, a job I love and this...
Yes, The Brit finally not only agreed to the dog but fell in love with this guy! Is he not adorable? This dog actually picked The Brit as this was not the dog I intended for him to see. We had a purebred Golden Retriever come in last week...my favorite breed. On Friday, I tried to find him, but couldn't. I found this guy though and tried to convince myself this was the golden. He had some attributes of a Golden and they had him listed as a mixed breed so I thought maybe though the girl assessing him thought he was purebred, the animal care folks disagreed.
Saturday, we made a trip out to see him. Well really to show The Brit where I worked and we ended up perusing the animals. He found "Max" and was drawn to him. When we went back out front, C asked me if I showed him the dog and I said yes. I figured that had to be him as he was the only dog that looked anything like any sort of Golden on the adoption floor and C was asking me about him. She tried to get The Brit to fill out an adoption request, but he needed to think about it. He told her it was expensive and C, being quick, came back with "You cannot put a price on love."
Well, Sunday morning, The Brit was looking up dog names and Sunday afternoon he was putting in a pole and zip line in the back yard. Today, he went in and filled out the application. When he left, the girls in the lunch room were asking dog he was adopting (I can't technically adopt for 90 days but my husband can!) and I told them Max. Shortly after, C was asking me what dog I was adopting because Max was not the same dog! Copper was my Golden! I went back to see Copper and sure enough. He was in the stray holding area and not on the adoption floor, where both C and I assumed he was! But, The Brit had already decided, so it seems that Max picked us!
I am so excited! Not sure the cats will be though!