Hope on the horizon.

I don't know who came up with that saying...but....she was a genius!

A few weeks ago, Skinny and I were looking to adopt another dog. It'll never be like our little guy but we really wanted a little girl to complete our family.

Things were going rough guys. I mean I drove 2 hours to find out a dog had gotten adopted.

I spent 3 hours on an application and when the person emailed me back, they had JUST gotten off the phone with someone giving her away when my email came through.

Then, I spent another 2 hours on an application and she got adopted at a pets mart the next day.

FatWife was fighting off tears of sadness. I was obviously great luck for a dog. If they really needed a home, all they needed was for me to try to adopt them and BAM someone would get them. Just not me of course!

We were being picky. We wanted another one to match this little guy. We wanted a black dachshund/lab (or dachshund/something) mix. We wanted a female. We wanted her to be about 1-2  years old.

I started expanding my horizons. And it happened. On Saturday, I was looking at applications and I saw her. She was gorgeous. She was a dachshund mix. She was female. She was 1 years old. And she was Blonde!

I spent a couple of hours working on the application but did the application as soon as I saw her. The next day, we had a phone interview. This is the furthest I've gotten with a rescue so I was ecstatic. Thursday, we have our home inspection and she arrives Saturday!

I wish she would be here by the 4th but I'm super happy with it either way. :)