We Don't Need Another Dog

We don't need another dog.

We don't need another dog.

We don't need another dog.

We don't need another dog.

We don't need another dog.


I keep repeating it in an attempt to convince myself that we are not the right family to adopt Sandy.



But when I look at that page, and I see that sad little face and drooping head, I see the ruined coat that reminds me so much of Prissy's coat when we rescued her, or even of Bo's when we got him, and I know what beautiful dogs they turned into with a lot of love and some decent food, and I want to drive to Canton right this instant. It's not far. Less than an hour. I could be back with her by lunchtime.

*sigh*

We don't need another dog.