The leader of the pack.

I worked from home today, doing mindless work on my laptop while listening to the TV. Foxie Doxie and I spent most of the afternoon watching the National Geographic channel, or NatGeo as they're calling themselves now. So frickin' hip.

Anyway, it was evidently Dog Day Afternoon. They showed alternating episodes of The Dog Whisperer and DogTown.

I'm a fan of Cesar Milan and am working on some of his techniques with Foxie Doxie. Because Foxie? Needs to stop having a heart attack every time he sees another dog. But DogTown? That was a new one. Evidently, it's a facility in southern Utah that treats and rehabilitates dogs that can't be helped anywhere else. It's amazing.

And then?

And then, I just happened to make a return at Petsmart at the same time as a dog adoption event. Yeah. It was a coincidence. Sure. I hadn't looked at the dogs on Petfinder in advance or anything. Cough, cough.

I held a puppy. He was a black and white schnoodle - schnauzer / poodle mix. He was darling.

And then? And then I left. I am the first human in the history of the world to have ever gone to just look at puppies.

The deal is that I just didn't feel like any of those dogs were my dog. But also? Also, the women running the adoption group were not engaging at all. One of their 11-year-old daughters talked to me. But the women were busy arguing about whether or not one of them should move her van because it was parked in a handicapped spot and she wasn't handicapped. And meanwhile, there were all these people milling about, people who might have actually been interested in giving a home to a needy dog or cat.

It left a bad taste in my mouth.

Then, I came home to find a link to this video in my inbox. And I fell in love with dogs all over again.




Maybe I just need an elephant.