If polygamy were legal, this would fit the bill --
John and his wife stopped by from the Hamptons tonight to adopt Cubbie. They passed their homecheck yesterday with flying colors (THANKS CHERYL!) --
-- John is in love with Cubbie -- there's no other way to say it -- John looked at 100s of pups on Petfinder and ended on Cubbie -- determined to adopt him --
-- from John's application, he wrote, "I work at home so the dog will never be alone. I will not even visit friends unless they allow the dog to come with me. I took my last dog to outdoor cafes, shops (East Hampton is very dog friendly), recording studios (on the rare occasions that I work outside of my home), etc. I have 2 acres of land with 1/2 acre fenced in and live 1/2mile from the bay and 3 miles from the ocean. The dog will have a very good life."
-- an hour after their departure, I received a call, and looking at my caller-ID, realized it was John -- "oh no, the dreaded 'we're returning him call'" I thought" --
-- it was John, indeed, and he asked if Cubbie could eat tonight, since he was recently neutered -- PHEW, I thought -- I said, "sure, a premium dry food and water -- he might have diarrhea from the diet change" --
-- and John said, "we were thinking chicken and rice" -- I quickly corrected "oh yes, chicken, water and rice" -- PERFECT --
Cubbie is spending this evening in John's Manhattan apartment, to be whisked to John's East Hampton house tomorrow...
This is a long way from Cubbie's "impound #69" days at the city pound, when there was reservation on his "adoptability" because of his kennel cough --
-- this is why I do it, and this is why I love it -- |
