2000-12-04
B and I went to the pet supermarket on Saturday to pick up a couple of things. One of the local shelters had brought some of its animals. Right inside the front door, a little beagle lay trembling. I crouched down and stroked him through the wire grating of his enclosure. He did a number on me with his big brown eyes. B was equally smitten.
We visited him yesterday at the shelter.
I'm nervous about messing with the relative harmony we've achieved with our other two dogs.
I'm a little concerned that we are now officially Crazy Dog People.
I've made it clear that this little guy is not a child substitute.
We're bringing him home tomorrow.
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