Actual picture of Foxy
Right now I should be celebrating. Cuddling my new precious baby. Trying to pick a new name for her. Introducing her to the family. Sadly, very, very sadly; I am not. We have all seen the made for TV movies where people are adopting and have the rooms ready for the baby. Bought the clothes to bring the precious bundle home in. Then, the birth parent changes their mind. No baby is coming home.
My story is similar to that. I filled out the ridiculous application. Keep in mind, this really is a DOG! They asked how I wanted to communicate. I said cell phone. I mentioned in my special notes that I had my current dog's shots done at a mobile clinic. This was due to the fact they were open on a Sunday and I did not have to take off work to deal with shots. I said my Vet would not have the shot records. Last night as I was organizing Foxy's new room. Getting her adorable basket ready for her to be carried in. (That was in my imagination. It was so cute.) I already had daycare lined up. So that Hubby would not have to care for my new baby. I was going to be a single Mom.
****I think it needs to be said. If you cannot open your heart to welcome a new puppy into your home, after losing two dogs in less than a year, you do not have a heart. ****
Back to my super sad story. Late last night I pull up my e-mail. Had not looked at it since Saturday afternoon. There is a note from the Adoption Nazi. We could not verify that your dog is current with his shots. Really? Didn't I tell you that in my application? My application that stated my preferred form of communication was my cell phone. I reply back that I will find my shot record that I received from the mobile unit and fax it to them. I looked quickly this morning, could not find it. I know it is here somewhere. I pull up Foxy's website to gaze at my soon to be baby. GONE! ABSENT from the website. Someone stole my baby right out from under me.
I tried to do the right thing. I tried to "rescue" a dog. Be "humane" blah, blah, blah. What do I end up with? An empty basket. Broken dreams. Disappointment.
I e-mail Tru Stories to break the super sad news to her. Sorry, your new sister will not be coming home. She replies with a question about a book. No mention of my loss. It took me two additional e-mails to finally get her to validate my loss.
I sent Hubby a text telling him the dog he did not know I applied for, would not be joining the family. Heard nothing back from him. In a slight defense of him, he might not have turned his cell phone on today, or the past week, barely in the month since he got it.
So guess who is sitting here super sad tonight with a laptop on her lap instead of a puppy? Well I don't need to rescue a dog. I'll buy my dog through a puppy mill. I mean they are already born. Buying them is kind of like rescuing them. Same thing. To my beautiful, little Foxy. I send you all my love. I hope your new family would have loved you as much as this family I would have loved you. I'll send you the cute basket. Have a great life.
6 comments:
Buy a male Beagle to be Maggie Mae's boyfriend! How exciting for my kids to see puppies! (just once... only just one time, I'm not becoming a crazy breeder.)
I ignored the email because you were so nuts calling that furry gizmo my sister.
Why does my dog end up being about you? I don't want a beagle. How many times must I go over this. I wanted an itty, bitty, tiny dog.
You are clearly so desperate you were going to rescue that? Foxy (obviously an ironic name like calling the big guy Tiny) was anything but cute. She was prob adopted to win uggie doggie contests.
Keep looking.
Very hurtful Millhouse! You are missing her inner beauty.
I mean this in the nicest possible way, but that is one of the weirdest dog I've ever seen in my life. If you had posted that picture alone I would have assumed you had adopted a very miniature alpaca. Sorry your house wasn't meant to be your forever home. We're do for a random animal invasion at our house, and if it happens to be another lost lap dog I'm calling you first.
That would be awesome Mrs. I get what you are saying about the llama dog thing. I noticed it right away too. That is the part that grew on me. She is interesting. Not the same look as all other dogs.
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