I was going to post some pictures of my dog here today.

(Am I allowed to snivel in my own journal? I think I am; after all, it is my journal.)

I brought a change of clothes to work with me--comfortable sloppy playing-with-dog clothes--since my plan today was to visit her at the animal clinic where she's staying now. We're still getting the yard and kennel fixed up for her, so the plan was for me to bring her home beginning of next week. I changed after work, and headed over to the clinic and walked in with my camera, ready to take pics of my new dog...

And I was told that someone else was taking her. Apparently some other couple had looked at her before I had, though I'm still a bit unsure about the sequence of events. I thought that when I called Jim's wife up to tell her I wanted the dog that it was a done deal and the dog was mine. But I guess these others had first dibs or something. I dunno. All I know is that this dog I had my heart set on, who was exactly what I was looking for in a dog and animal companion, is going to some other house. (And the truly unfair part, to me, is that these people already have a dog!)

So I was told that there was still a chance I could get her, if she didn't get along well with the other dog already in the house. But I'm not holding my breath. I got my hopes up too high with this one, got too excited and too happy about the prospect. In retrospect I feel pretty stupid.

And I know, there are other dogs out there. But this one was so exactly what I was looking for, and I'd just fallen head over heels for her.

I cried all the way home.