There's Just No Accounting for Taste

Remember that ugly white dog I had for a couple of weeks? WELL, you will not BELIEVE the drama associated with her adoption on Saturday. Apparently a couple of people filled out applications online to get that ugly little dog. When I showed up at Petsmart to stick her in her kennel, people were eagerly awaiting her arrival. Yes, her arrival. There were two people hoping to take the dog home. One was a teenage bride who had her heart set on it, the other was a middle-aged outdoorsy lady with strikingly white teeth. I guess Lost Paws has a policy that whenever there is some question about the applications the foster home gets to decide who gets the dog. While I reviewed the applications, the lady stared at me while the girl wept quietly by the kennels. It was a scene, man! (I loved it.) (And I'm not kidding about the crying.) There are many things to consider when placing a dog. I chose the lady with whiter teeth, but only after I suggested cutting the dog in half.

Keep in mind that to the Lost Paws organization I'm just this weird lady who fosters dogs and hangs out at Petsmart a lot. It's not my job. No one ever asked me to come. I just do. (Because I love it.) But suddenly last Saturday I became indispensable, which was gratifying. After my King Solomon episode I went over to Panda Express for some vittles where I received an urgent call on my cell phone regarding Cassie, the gray mini schnauzer I had fostered along with Pixie. She was very special, if you know what I mean. The woman on the other end of the phone pled with me, "Tell me, is she really smart?" I knew what she wanted to hear. It's what we all want to hear whenever we are about to do something or buy something: Do it! It's perfect! You look great in it! It's an awesome deal! You'll regret it if you pass it up! But, Cassie isn't really smart. "She's much more sweet than smart!" I offered. It was the truth, it was very easy to come up with, and the lady was pleased. (Why my children's teachers can't come up with anything like that at parent teacher conferences is beyond me.)

Long story short: My placement record is 100%. I place ugly dogs. I place stinky dogs. I place mini schnauzers with head tilts and questionable intelligence. It's starting to go to my head. I'm getting a god complex. Can you blame me? That's why I'm so, so grateful for my own dear children who keep me humble by refusing to scoot over unless I yell and eventually break down and cry. What would I do without the little darlings!

Stay tuned as I welcome my first pregnant (unwed) dog into my home tomorrow. The church is highly supportive of this kind of thing, you know. Bring on the bitch!