In case you don’t read my comments, because you are a giant comment snob, I did not find Snowflake at the pound. Or Humane Society. Or animal shelter. Whatever the Sam Hill they call it here.
I called ahead of time and explained my dilemma, and they said if Snowflake and Goldilocks were healthy; not a Pit, Rottweiler or Chow; and had good dispositions, they would be put up for adoption after a 10-day rabies hold.
It has been a month since they bit the mailman, and they are adorable dogs, so I knew they’d be in the “adopt me” area.
Except they weren’t.
I went through the pens twice and then I snuck back to the hold area and looked at dogs till I got in trouble for it.
(You know it’s never good when you hear a snippy “Ma’am?”)
In the meantime, of course, I tortured all of us by taking pictures of cute animals.
i prettee colors. dis make me supeerior.
i black. black dogs never get dopted.
Did you know that? Because it’s hard to see their faces, people walk right past black dogs when they’re looking to adopt. And look at that sweet face!
How am I not sitting here with 38484902 new pets today?
Anyway, I showed Snowflake’s picture to everyone at the place and only one person said, “Oh, she looks familiar.” They told me it was likely those two got adopted, because they’re so pretty.
I hope so. Am clinging to that belief.
Anyway. So now Snowflake. No Goldilocks.
And finally, while I’m up with the camera…
Anyway, thank you, Daniel Boone, for nailing stakes and digging holes and pounding signs into the ground.
When you’re as beautiful as me, men just do these things.