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The past few months, I've had a very promising potential adopter for Fozzie. Someone who had seen his picture when she was overseas, fell in love, followed up with me when she returned, and was still in love when she met him. 

So these past months I've been thinking about it, and, though the idea of letting go of Fozzie is painful, I thought I could do it with this woman. She had an amazing connection with him, and I connected with her too and felt she appreciated him for his unique qualities. 

So I was getting ready to let go, and thinking of how much easier things would be with just two dogs, and then once Sandy gets adopted with just good old Lamar. Thinking of all the other dogs I could save if I re-committed to fostering with the intention of doing it short-term. Thinking of how relaxed Fozzie could be in a household with no Lamar growling at him all the time, and no constant cycle of pain-in-the-butt additional foster dogs to torment him.

And the universe said, Good luck with that!

This potential adopter decided its not the right time for her to get a dog, and apparently the universe is saying that its not the right time for Fozzie to move on. 

Isn't that what it's saying?









It would be so nice to really know what the Universe has in mind, what would be Best for Fozzie, what the Natural Order of things is. Is he supposed to stay with us? If I knew, I'd accept it, whatever the outcome. 


But we can't know, can we? We can just do our best and muddle along.

I remember an old boyfriend many years ago, after listening to me going on about how I wished I knew The Right Answer to some other big question I can't even remember now, saying something really useful. You can't know the Right Answer, the thing that will turn out to be the best thing possible in the future. You can only make a decision, and then make it the right one. 






So that's what we'll do. Over two years of being alternately driven nuts by Fozzie and besotted with him, we've had plenty of practice making the best of whatever outcome might befall us. 


So until we get a very clear signal that Fozzie is supposed to be elsewhere, in the form of a fantastic adopter who's ready to go, we will make the best of having him--in his gorgeous brindle, leash-crazy, velvety-mouthed, fence barking, loving and cuddly, maniacally prey-driven, sensitive and soulful glory--right here with us.