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.
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