Last night I had a dream.
In the dream, I went to Puppy Paradise. With the cage at home, the bowls, the dog bed, and armed with puppy training and cocker spaniel books, I felt ready to succeed. Erin (a woman who works there, very kind, always ask for Erin so long as she works there!) frowned at me when I came in.
“I’m sorry,” she said somberly. “But your puppy’s been bought.”
Both in and out of my dream I started crying and wailing, to the point my stepdad came into the room and woke me up to ask me if I was okay.
It really is a scary idea to me. I keep thinking about little Dakota and holding her in my arms, and when I had held her in my arms how happy she was to be held.
I’m sending an e-mail to Erin now to make sure she’s actually there for tomorrow. Let’s hope she is.