Would it help me break my sense of indecision about whether to let Fozzie go to a new home? Would it give Fozzie a little playmate, so he can get nice and tired out and Lamar and I can have more quality time? Would it make me feel less outnumbered with all these boys in the house, to have a little girlie mutt-face again?
I made the very rational decision that I would foster again, but only short-term or temporary and no more pit bulls because they take too long to get adopted and I get too attached.
Then, on Monday, I saw this message on the DC-rescue listserve:
The result?Sandy, a young, rednosed pit, needs to get out of Washington Humane
Society. She is a good girl, but like so many dogs, she isn't doing well
at the shelter and her time is up. She did well in playgroups at the
shelter. We think there is a good chance she will thrive once in a home
environment. Is there a rescue who might be able to save this girl?
There is a pudgy, panting, blissed-out pit bull piglet lying on my couch next to me at this moment, gazing lovingly at Fozzie, who lies passed out on the floor beneath her after an afternoon of running and wrestling and splashing and yodeling around all over the backyard.
Sandy is proof that the best decisions are often the ones that are spontaneous, ill-thought-out, irrational, and from the heart!