Rambly, slightly whiny. So, I've been trying to adopt a rescue dog for a month...
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I wanted to get her before (Greek) Easter, because my husband had time off then, and it would have been cool for the dog to be introduced to the household while he was spending an appreciable amount of time here.
But no. We had to fill out an application, blah, blah. So we did, and then waited. No response. So I emailed, "is there a problem?" No. No problem with our application, but now we have to schedule an in-home interview. *sigh, okay*
So eventually the interview happens; hunkydory, the interviewer loves me, bff, cool. Can I get the dog now? I want to get her before my husband leaves for two weeks for an out-of-town job, so she (the dog, not the interviewer) knows him a bit before he leaves.
Well, there's a problem; The person who is fostering the dog doesn't have a cell phone or a steady phone (wtf?) and lives way outside of town, so they have to make arrangements to get the dog to me. More delay. Time passes.
Finally! I'm supposed to get the dog the very same day husband is leaving. Oh, all right.
But, what's this? Oops! The dog is pregnant. Der. Well, OF COURSE THE DOG IS PREGNANT. She's living on some phoneless acreage with, like, 40 other dogs. You weren't sure if she was spayed or not... and if you had given her to me a month ago, she probably wouldn't be pregnant, dingleberries.
So... she had a "procedure" on Sunday, instead of coming to me. Now I'm waiting. Again. More waiting. Just waiting. I have the feeling I'm never getting this dog.
Meanwhile, a friend who knows about all this history is trying to convince me to get a puppy from a friend of hers. New puppy, blank slate, no possible learned bad behavior or fears to deal with, no extra-vigilant vet stuff for the potential health problems of a rescue dog, etc. ... but I feel connected to the one I've been trying to get - and that is all in my head, of course, since I don't even know her. But, I will wait and see.
KEY WORDS: WAIT; WAITING; DELAY.
I do feel bad about ranting, though, because these people are volunteers who spend their personal time and money trying to save animals... And I will figure out some way to try to help this organization, which, despite my difficulty, I think is good.