"It's not that I don't like you, because I do," the crazy rescue lady told me. "All your references checked out and I can tell you're a good dog owner. Still, I just have this gut feeling that something isn't right and I think it's God's way of telling me that you're just not the right family for Gracie. I really do like you, though."
This would probably be funny if it wasn't so disappointing. I knew it would be hard to replace Abbie, but this isn't the kind of difficulty I'd expected. I'm trying not to let the experience bother me, but that's easier said than done.
Fortunately, I've had a nice distraction of the canine variety.
This is my friend Carol's dog, Rasko. He's been staying with us for the last couple days, and it has been such a treat having him. During that time, he's played with Maggie,
comforted Ryan while he was sick,