I worked from home today, doing mindless work on my laptop while listening to the TV. Foxie Doxie and I spent most of the afternoon watching the National Geographic channel, or NatGeo as they’re calling themselves now. So frickin’ hip.
I’m a fan of Cesar Milan and am working on some of his techniques with Foxie Doxie. Because Foxie? Needs to stop having a heart attack every time he sees another dog. But DogTown? That was a new one. Evidently, it’s a facility in southern Utah that treats and rehabilitates dogs that can’t be helped anywhere else. It’s amazing.
And then, I just happened to make a return at Petsmart at the same time as a dog adoption event. Yeah. It was a coincidence. Sure. I hadn’t looked at the dogs on Petfinder in advance or anything. Cough, cough.
I held a puppy. He was a black and white schnoodle – schnauzer / poodle mix. He was darling.
And then? And then I left. I am the first human in the history of the world to have ever gone to just look at puppies.
The deal is that I just didn’t feel like any of those dogs were my dog. But also? Also, the women running the adoption group were not engaging at all. One of their 11-year-old daughters talked to me. But the women were busy arguing about whether or not one of them should move her van because it was parked in a handicapped spot and she wasn’t handicapped. And meanwhile, there were all these people milling about, people who might have actually been interested in giving a home to a needy dog or cat.
It left a bad taste in my mouth.
Then, I came home to find a link to this video in my inbox. And I fell in love with dogs all over again.
Maybe I just need an elephant.