I got more and more anxious, but everyone was so
excited for us and Eric didn’t seem at all deterred, so I kept my
fears to myself. I finally
emailed to find out what was happening with our application and got an
email back and an eventual phone call.
The organization made me feel like I was competing for a dog,
that I had to prove I was worthy for one of this precious breed.
It honestly didn’t feel much different to me than buying from a
breeder, and I was starting to worry more about the short life span of a
Dane. In the meantime, I had still been checking shelter
and rescue sites. I was
obsessive about it. There
were so many dogs waiting for a home and I was tired of waiting.
I wanted to either commit to having a dog and have one, or
just forget the whole idea. I
convinced my husband to visit a puppy rescue,
just to look.
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