Maybe it was just meant to be sometimes. When God sends you a signal, you might as well take it. I wasn't looking for a dog though I miss Pierre and Eddie. This black toy poodle reminded me of our Andrew we lost years ago. To have "Andrew" back would mean so much at this moment. So I did something crazy by driving hours all by myself to adopt him! I waited in the parking lot for over 30min and thought I was stood up. When I started to laugh at myself for doing something stupid like this, I got the text replying to me saying that her son had her phone and that was why she missed the time. Fortunately, I didn't leave and waited until that Honda van eventually showed up. She apologized, but I was grateful that this dream finally came true-he just looks like Andrew! The birth name on the CKC certificate won't be used and his name is Andrew!
I was trying to listen to a book on the way back but he was unsettling and started to woof, which sounded like he was singing. I know everything was new to him, the smell, the surroundings, the bumpy ride in my ancient car, and me. So he must be stressed from separating from that family. I switched to the music for him and hoping I won't fall asleep while driving. I started to woof with him and sing to the songs I was playing. Maybe he sensed my energy that needed the company, he settled down on my lab and leaned his head on my body. He looked up at me while I was singing "Exile" and I looked back at him in his eyes. That didn't take too long for him to fall asleep on my lap.
I gave him a shower and groomed him after coming back home. I am glad Andrew is back!