I knew there would be dogs that touched me more than most. Piper has become one of those fosters. She sleeps on my bed every night and is a perfect lady about it. No bed hogging, no snoring and no kicking. Pi has even decided it's worth not chasing the cat and sharing the bed with Kitty if it means she gets to stay there too. During the day it's game on if Kitty wanders thru the room but as bedtime approaches an overnight truce is declared.
Piper is the Humane Society's featured pet in one of the local newspapers. With 24 hours I've gotten 6 calls about her, one from as far away as Colorado Springs! One couple in particular are anxious to meet her and come to the house on Thursday after seeing her in the paper on Wednesday. As per my usual practice I take Pi out in the yard by herself to meet and greet, it's just so much calmer that way. When the D's pull up the first words out of Mrs D's mouth is...."Oh this is a good dog!" She hasn't even talked to her yet. I tend to agree but wonder just how she can tell so fast. Within 15 minutes Piper is officially theirs, she calmly climbs in the back seat and prepares to leave. I'll admit it, I'm a little teary. I give her a last kiss on the nose and wave goodbye.
I'm feeling pretty blue after Piper leaves. I call Madison, who's still at her Dad's and tell her Piper is gone and I'm sad. She repeats to me, almost verbatim my lecture on why we do this. On this she listens?
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