He was adorable. And perfect. And an English Bulldog.
And the name that we've been using when referring to our future Bulldog?
That was his name.
We were 95% sure that it was meant to be. And I almost told the shelter that, before I stepped back, assessed how that might come across, and decided to be less weird.
Which might not have been the best plan, because our dog went to a different home.
And it's a good thing that he has a home.
But yesterday was a little sad for me.
Because anyone who knows me understands that I develop an unhealthy level of attachment to people/animals/things in a matter of days/hours/minutes.
But we're looking. And we'll find him soon enough.
