I've agreed to adopt a third dog.
(Just a little recap here because I don't know if I wrote about her in an earlier post or not.)
She's a French Bulldog that an American family isn't able to take with them when they leave the Philippines and are relocated overseas. Originally, they thought maybe they would be able to take her but airlines have got so tight since they first got her, making traveling with a variety of dogs next to impossible.
Anyways, I met with the family and the little four-legged girl today and it was like love at first sight. The husband joked and called me a dog whisperer because his little girl totally took to me. When I entered his property, I sat down on his driveway and allowed his dog to come up and smell me but she almost instantly realized I've got nothing but love for the four-legged babies.
The family... her family... is leaving in a couple of months but they're leaning on handing her over to me sooner than later. I know it must be a hard adjustment for them, I can only imagine how devastating it initially was, and I think they also want to make sure she fits my family well before they actually leave. I respect that.
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