So, we're going to be away with our friends from Wednesday to Saturday and then Mimi will be with us Saturday night. What could be better?
So Bern called the folks who have Eric and told them we couldn't take him until next week if we wanted him and he wanted us. They couldn't do that because someone might take him this weekend and open up a space for a dog in a kill kennel.
That makes all the sense in the world. So, for now, no new dog.
We'll see.
I'm much more hesitant than Bern, but I follow her instincts over and over and they are seldom wrong.
We'll see.
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