So, believe it or not, I made a second trip to the Humane Society yesterday. I slept terribly the night before, thinking about that darn dog all night. I walked directly to it's kennel, not looking at any other dogs - knowing if I did I would be begging for 20 dogs instead of 1. I read her paperwork before even getting her out - it said:
Previous owner: returned in 2 weeks
Reason: didn't get along with the cat
Problem solved. Miss Mophie is the princess around here. She wins. No dog (for today...). I keep asking Pat if we can get a dog - and his answer is always "not today" - which means I will continue to ask EVERY DAY until he says yes.
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