Spot was actually on the table to be put down, then the girl at the shelter started crying. Until that moment she did not realize how attached she had become to him. Her boss saw this and told her to go feed him, and give him one more day. She sent out a bunch of emails, of which PT's Mugsy was a recipient. She called me and said this dog has 8 hours left unless someone takes him.

My husband and talked it over, and although we weren't sure we wanted a thrid dog, we agreed to get him out of the situation and she how things went either we would foster him until we found him a home, or keep him ourselves...by the first night he was laying near our dogs, and the second on a pile with them. It was obviuos he had found his home