Monday, December 02, 2013
So we won't be adopting Mr. Cutter. He might be the most amazing dog, but he's also so bonded to his foster family that he's likely to turn into a failed foster instead (aka, they'll keep him!). I've informed them that playdates must ensue, as I adore not only him, but his foster sibs too :)
While he was there for the home visit (and he was doing just FINE with Thesis!), I made that comment that were he to be adopted out, I would want him, but he should probably stay where he is.
However, we have won the heart of the rescue's grandmaster, so she has directed us to an absolutely glorious german shepherd with good manners! So I'll be calling HER fostermomma tonight. :D
Puppypuppypuppypuppy DOG! LoL, in fact the shepherd is actually 6... not a puppy... but she's SO PRETTY!
And... thanks to a friend's text this morning:
"Istanbul was Constantinople, now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople. Been a long time gone, Constantinople: why'd Constantinople get the works? That's nobody's business but the Turks!"
Hope y'all appreciate that running through your head as much as I do!