Two weeks ago I impulsively filled out an adoption application for a dog, after following different rescues and thinking and pondering and deciding that yes, the house IS too lonely and I actually WAS ready.
Then we met some foster dogs a couple days after that (including Teddy Murphy, a SWEETHEART) and we went home to sleep on it…and I just missed Toby and realized that I was not, in fact, ready and perhaps I was using the dog idea to distract myself from actually processing the crushing grief of losing my best friend of 17 years.
At least the dog meet and greet confirmed that they’re delightful and that Doc is indeed the Dog Whisperer. Maybe someday…
