My cousin called me last Thursday and said she found a dog at the shelter that was really cute. She and her husband currently live in an apartment with their baby and cannot have a dog, but are planning to move to a house in the next few months. She was convinced that the dog would get adopted before they moved and she couldn't bare to leave the dog so she called me to ask if we were interested in the dog. Our beloved Rottweiler died last June, so we thought that maybe it was time to adopt another pet.
Being the homeschooler that I am, we researched the new breed, Googled images and called our vet (that we have known since 1989) to get her take on this breed and our family. All was a go, my cousin picked up the dog, e-mailed pictures, said she was so happy that the dog was going to a good home and told me that my aunt would bring the dog on Monday, February 1st.
We brought up our dog cage, scheduled a vet appointment and started the duty of voting on names. Sunday morning, just as I was walking out the door for church, my cousin called and said they had fallen in love with the dog and decided to keep it. My kids were crushed. How sad we all were. So now we are on the search for a dog for ourselves. We are looking for miniature Schnauzer that is less than 1 year old, but does not have to be a new puppy. I would prefer a male.
The dog that almost was.
