I can’t tell you how close I came to getting another dog this weekend. I went to Petsmart to get treats and rawhide bones and saw several dogs in cages when I walked in. Something told me I needed to check out the blonde dog in the cage, but I ignored myself and went to find the treats.
As I was standing in the checkout line, I glanced at the dog and sure enough, she was missing a leg. A front leg. The front left leg, to be precise, which is exactly the same leg the other two are missing. So I stepped out of line and went over to her.
I put my fingers in the cage and instead of ignoring me, as she had several others, she came forward and gave me a tentative lick on my fingers. It was an extreme effort on my part to not get her. A Herculean effort if you want to know the truth.
There were two reasons why I didn’t get her. I was worried how Fancy would react to her because she’s not always good with other dogs. Plus, I don’t think my yard is big enough for three three-leggers. Sure, it would have been cool to take them for a walk with all three missing the same leg, but that wasn’t a good enough reason.
So, Dear Reader, common sense prevailed and I had to leave the puppy at the store. I hope she finds a good home.