Even though she swore she’d never get another puppy, she did:
I went back to work and I just kept thinking about that little dog in the shelter. I had put a hold on “Cletus” – the unfortunate moniker someone had given him. When I called back someone was actually in the shelter and interested in the dog. “What are they like?” I asked – prepared to let him go to a happy family with happy children.
The couple was nice enough, but they seemed a little snooty, the staff member said. “I’ll be there at 3,” I told her.