On Sunday, January 4, 2012, I was feeling blue and missed having a dog around. It had been an entire year since Kustard was called to live with the most loving, powerful master in the universe.
I waited a year and knew I was ready for another dog. I made the decision to start searching, starting in Fort Myers and working my way down to Naples. When I'd find THE dog, I would discuss, beg, plead and cry to convince Norm to have the sound of an excited greeting fill our home again.
I entered the Fort Myers rescue kennel. The young man behind the counter asked me if he could help me. I responded, "I thought I'd start looking for a dog, but I'm not planning on taking one home with me. Just looking."
He grinned and replied, "I've heard that before and the person walked out of the kennel with a dog."
"Not me." I smiled and strolled through the doors leading to a plain grey room of jumpy, wiggly, furry, four legged creatures. A roomful of love, a roomful of dogs. "I'm just looking."
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