Finally, Fosterbitch called me back (she was actually pretty nice, but it took her forever to call me back, so the name stays). And with bad news, no less. Apparently, some stupid Canadian is driving down to see him on Saturday and will most likely take him home. Isn't there some law about taking animals over the border? If not, there should be. Because I wanted that dog. Not another dog, that one. Why can't she understand it was fate that brought me to that site to find that one perfect dog. Why can't she realize I want him, therefore, I should have him. What is wrong with her?
Yes, I am throwing a bit of a fit over this. I may even be stomping my foot in anger. I could be plotting to figure out ways to stop those Canadians from taking him. If I knew their names, I would call them and tell them something horrible had happened and not to come, and then show up at the foster home and say I was them and take him home.
Somehow, some way, I am getting that dog.