Gunner Part Two

We had a decent night. I don’t love sleeping on the couch, but there was no drama with the dogs.

I heard back from the shelter (after I called back to remind them). They have apparently left word for the new owner, giving her my contact information.

I called my sister again…no, really, WHAT DO I DO? There was a definite chuckle in her voice as she walked me through this. What I hope is that there is someone who loves this dog and is frantic with worry. I hope there is going to be a happy reunion for him and his human.

I don’t know what I’ll do if this isn’t the case. He’d be perfect for my mom…her dog is 18 years old…she wouldn’t bring a new dog into the mix until he crosses that bridge. I thought and overthought about it when I planned to bring my first dog home…could I afford it? Could I give the pup the attention and care it deserves? Of course I was ambushed when I brought Luna home…Nancy knew that I would fall in love with her, even if it didn’t fit into my plan for getting a dog.

And then, what about Luna? She is an only child…is it harmful for me to introduce another pup to the mix? It will interrupt our routine and expectations. Is it safe for me to leave the two of them alone together in the house?

I just don’t know. I was hoping that there would be answers today when the shelter opened. I am going to keep Himself until the shelter opens up again on Tuesday. I hope that I am able to come up with a solution that we can all live with.

I just don’t know.