One planned and one not.
I was in the early stages of looking for a dog when I found Bella. Hubby had said "no more dogs" after our last dog went to the Bridge as the pain when they die is so bad. I started e-mailing him pictures of standard poodles maybe a month before getting Bella to sort of "wear him down."The day I got her I went to the breeder's just to *look.* HA! Just try leaving a breeder without a puppy! Well of course she was in the front seat of the car on the way back home.
Over the years, I have always had two dogs at a time, and about two years after getting Bella I was starting to have my eye out for a second dog. I sort of felt that I wanted to adopt from a shelter the next time although was having no luck finding a poodle. One day I happened to be at the shelter with my daughter as she was turning in *proof of spaying* of her kitty so that she could get a small reimbursement back from the state. Just by chance we decided to walk through the kennel area. There was my Ripley - dirty, matted and frightened. I asked for the shelter employee to let me into his cage and I sat down on the floor of the kennel to see what he would do. Ripley very timidly walked over to me and sat in my lap. I fell in love on the spot right there on the floor. After a 9 day waiting period to see if anyone claimed him (he was a stray) he was mine.
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