The day started like any other. With coffee.
And then somewhere along the way I ended up in a Petco with my daughter looking for carpet cleaner. You know the kind that gets the smell of animal pee out?
When she found this.
Cute. Sweet. Deceivingly quiet. I imagine.
I asked a few questions about the whole process. Having already had a bad experience where the queen herself could not have qualified to adopt a puppy from a rescue that shall not be named.
But their answers seemed reasonable.
And after all Mama Kat had managed another small puppy, why couldn’t I?
So, I agreed to let her ask her dad.
Pretty sure he’d say no.
When he actually said, “What are you waiting for?”
We jumped back in the car to pick up said puppy or at least apply, with the boys in tow as well.
Only to find a pen full of puppies. But no Tinkerbell.
Her foster picked her up. She’ll be back next week at 10am.
Cue crying children. And completely unaffected rescue volunteers.
Now again Mama Kat mentioned something about letting one of my kids cry until the petshop gave her the puppy. In a post a couple weeks back.
But lemme tell ya, no dice on that one here.
And no the queen herself could not have summoned the puppy back. Apparently the foster is without a cell phone.
So we return home without puppy. But eager to start the countdown. Well the little girl is anyway.
I’m looking for ways to contact the rescue and find out what the deal is with this puppy and the rescue.
Only to discover she has a medical condition (rectal prolapse) which caused some of her intestine to fall out of her behind.
Yes, not exactly the cutest part of this puppy if you ask me. And a fact everyone present failed to mention.
Now I am all for rescuing needy animals. Every one I own has been rescued.
However, with four little kids that travel around the house at warp speed I’m pretty sure this may not be the house for someone that has a tendency to let their guts fall out. Pretty sure.
But I do not know if this is a thing that may repeat itself or a solved problem. And no one is available for comment until Saturday at 10am.
A day my daughter knows well. As she is counting it down one at a time with a piece of paper at the head of her bed. And crooked numbers quite straight for someone her age. That she crosses off one by one each day.
So what’s a mama to do?
Well I’ll tell you what I’m doing.
I’m faxing adoption applications to a rescue group whose fax machine will not pick up.
And searching craigslist for TInkerbell stunt doubles. In the event that her insides are prone to relapse.
Please pray for me. Or stick a white terrier puppy in the mail ASAP.
Now I need more coffee.
See this post really is about coffee.
5.) Write a post inspired by the word: Coffee