There Was Love, And I Passed Him Up

Oh, I'm in love.

And I can't do a thing about it.

My Love is at the animal shelter a few miles from our house.

Michael is at his qigong retreat many miles from our house.

The two have not met.

My preferences are: a big, black, male dog.

This dog I fell for is: a HUGE, white, male dog.

One out of three isn't bad, is it?

I got an emailed okay from Michael, saying that he trusted me on making a decision regarding a different dog whose information I had sent him. But that dog did not fall in love with me or allow me to fall for her. (She, being a "she", met two out of my three criteria, but she flunked the personality test, which should be added to the list of preferences above.)

I guess I could have used Michael's email as my ticket to get WHATEVER dog I fell in love with because, after all, Michael said that he trusts me, right?

But trust is earned, and I might lose that if I came home with a HUGE, white Love who sheds almost as much as me.

While I was on retreat, I had kinda sorta thought that getting a dog might not be the wisest decision. It's hard to travel, one more thing to deal with. Blah blah blah.

Then I came home to less-than-fun-times, and I realized that we need all of the joy and love we can hoard. Life is too short to wait and yippeee later. For me, a dog is like a baby. They both open up my gut and heart and turn me into a kid again. If there is still a kid inside this old body, it needs to come out and play!

I know there are other dogs that I can love just as much as my beloved Leo (yes, that's what they say his name is right now, subject to Michael and I finding him the most perfect name WHEN he comes to live with us). Our new awesome dog doesn't have to be Leo.

But, I really, really love him lots.

Sigh...