The Heart Knows What It Wants
It's been a trying couple of months. Illness and a death in the family. The usual daily stress...today, well actually we first met yesterday. A young AmStaff girl. For those of you who don't know I am a bully breed advocate. Granted they aren't for everyone. Strong, sometimes bull-headed, but also the ultimate loyal, goofy, Velcro doggie.
I have two and a chance visit to the groomer and I met a dog who looks like if mine had a puppy together. Long and lean with a hint of the boxy head. Too young to have the quirks of my older ones. Tomorrow I intend to let them meet and if all goes well we'll have a third dog in our pack.
I think the point of this post is going with your heart sometimes. The groomer wants her in a home, much too big to be caged. The groomer also knows us and our success with the adoptees we've had over the years. She was whispering the puppies good points to me while she was clipping Callie's nails. After walking her today I know she'll fit in somehow.