(Loyal readers may know that Angels Among Us is also the group through whom we adopted George. This will be important later.)
I was averting my eyes and walking away like any normal person who already has two mutts at home. My friend and I ate our lovely lunch and had a wonderful chat before heading back to the car. As we walked back I glanced over and saw a beagle at the adoption. He was looking at me. I had to pet him. Once. Just give him a little love. He reminded me so much of our sweet beagle boy, Divot. His name is Duffy.
Petting him was a mistake. Picking him up? End of story. He was so sweet, laying in my arms. I asked about him - surely an adorable beagle would be adopted quickly. But no, they think he's about 8 years old and geriatric dogs are so much harder to place.
I called home and said, "If the answer is no, tell me now because otherwise I'm bringing this dog home."
The Pit Boss said, "Do what you gotta do."
I think he might regret that a little bit now.
I asked what process I would have to go through, knowing that a home visit and background check were in order. I told them we had adopted through them in 2011. They asked who I adopted last time, and I said, "Georgie."
What are the odds? The woman who found George was right there. She pulled up a picture of him on her iPad as I was doing the same on my phone. And guess what. She also found Duffy. In the same neighborhood.
(Yes, I asked the question. What is up in that neighborhood? She said she thinks people know she lives there and possibly dump dogs knowing she will save them. Unreal.)
Which meant that I got to take him home right then.
After the chair in Gracie's room, Duffy has found his favorite spot:
I blame Pam.