The Dog Saga Continues
Friday night the lady from the Yorkie Rescue called me. She had talked with all the people I had given as references, including the groomer who used to groom Murphy. She said she had never heard so many nice things about any couple who had applied to adopt one of their dogs. Without even yet seeing my home or anything she said, “This little dog is yours.” Well, I about exploded with excitement. At last I had a dog.
Saturday morning the same lady called to tell me the little dog was ill. She said he had diarrhea all during the night. She had fed him a new kind of food Friday night and attributed his upset stomach to that source. She was going to keep an eye on him and if his problems were over, she would bring him to me at two in the afternoon.
Later Saturday she called to say his problems continued and she would reschedule her delivery of him until Sunday at two. Sunday morning I received an email from her saying not only was the diarrhea continuing but now he was throwing up also. Her plan was to take him to the vet early this morning.
My heart is broken (again) because now the little dog that is mine is sick and I can’t take care of him. The lady said he can’t come to me until all is well with him. Of course I’m not unhappy that I’m not dealing with the unpleasant part of his problems but I just have a sick feeling in the bottom of my stomach that for whatever reason, this foster mother is so attached to the little dog that she may never let go.
More than anything, I want to be wrong.
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Oh, and about the picture in my last post. Yes, it is the center of one of Mr. Pop’s orchids. You guys are such smarty-pants. I thought I could fool you. That time I really was wrong. Sometimes being wrong is a good thing.
Saturday morning the same lady called to tell me the little dog was ill. She said he had diarrhea all during the night. She had fed him a new kind of food Friday night and attributed his upset stomach to that source. She was going to keep an eye on him and if his problems were over, she would bring him to me at two in the afternoon.
Later Saturday she called to say his problems continued and she would reschedule her delivery of him until Sunday at two. Sunday morning I received an email from her saying not only was the diarrhea continuing but now he was throwing up also. Her plan was to take him to the vet early this morning.
My heart is broken (again) because now the little dog that is mine is sick and I can’t take care of him. The lady said he can’t come to me until all is well with him. Of course I’m not unhappy that I’m not dealing with the unpleasant part of his problems but I just have a sick feeling in the bottom of my stomach that for whatever reason, this foster mother is so attached to the little dog that she may never let go.
More than anything, I want to be wrong.
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Oh, and about the picture in my last post. Yes, it is the center of one of Mr. Pop’s orchids. You guys are such smarty-pants. I thought I could fool you. That time I really was wrong. Sometimes being wrong is a good thing.
posted by pissed off patricia at 1:33 AM
11 Comments:
Best wishes for the puppy. Here's hoping he finds some food that agrees with him and he is soon in the bosom of the PoP household, and friends with Fred the Cat.
hope the puppy gets well soon and we are seeing pictures of him and Fred.
I hope the little guy rebounds quickly and is soon in your loving arms.
Good luck with the puppy. I hope he's feeling better soon and can come home to be with you, Mr. PoP, and Fred.
Oh my goodness. What a roller coaster. I hope the puppy is well and with you soon.
Oh no, I hope the little dog is OK and that you get him soon.
I have faith you will get the dog that's meant for you.
I feel for you Pop. I sure hope everything works out well, and that you get that puppy. Fingers crossed... even the one I broke.
It does sort of sound like stalling. Hope you're wrong and you get the dog soon. Nobody should be canine-less.
hope the puppy is well soon. and I hope you're wrong about the foster mom not wanting to let him go. again-- being wrong would be a Good Thing.
Hang in there, PoP. If there's anything worse than being sick, it's being sick among complete strangers.
oh hang in there...so sorry...she must care about the little fella...but something does seem odd, but maybe she just felt odd about giving a sick dog to a new home ?...I hope for your sake that she gives him to you soon...we all know what a wonderful puppy mama you are....
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