Everybody's supposed to get one, right?... Not so right.
Today I almost adopted a young black lab. When I saw her, I just knew we could make each other so happy. I started to ask questions about her, but I knew my living in an appartment wasn't so good for the dog. What about all the love I have to give?
The girl said that the dog needs a second chance and they try to chose people who can offer more security, more space, more time. I can give love, unlimited love, but I still have to work, so I wouldn't be able to take her out more than twice a day - except on week-ends and holidays of course.
But I understand, it's for the dog's well being.
So I had to leave the place, so sad about not being able to adopt her, and sad about being lonely, and not had been given a second chance...