Neither one of us knew what to do, how to choose, or if we should just leave and come back some other weekend.  While we were trying to decide how we would decide, the Rottweiler puppy was taken into a viewing pen by another couple.  I watched while they played with him to see how he responded, but it was pretty much the same as he did with us.  I didn’t realize it at the time, but since then I have figured out that my problem was that I expected to go there, see a puppy, the puppy, and immediately fall in love and be certain that this was the dog for me, my dog, our dog.  But, that didn’t happen, so I wasn’t sure what I should do.  I was waiting for some sort of sign or intuition, but all I felt was sick to my stomach and a little dizzy. 

Eric liked the Great Dane, but I wasn’t sure enough to take it home.  The Rottweiler got put back without being adopted, so we asked to see him again.  We decided that if we were getting a puppy on that day, it was going to be him.  We could go home without, but we decided to take the risk.  A volunteer put him in the “I’m Adopted!” pen and we were shown inside a room where we would fill out forms and a woman would spend the next 45 minutes trying to talk us out of taking a puppy home.