As if Father's Day isn't difficult enough, Joey and I got an e-mail this afternoon that put a cherry on top of our cake.
We are most likely not going to get the two puppies.
The foster mom has reconsidered and no longer believes we'll be a good fit for the dogs. She'll make her final decision in a week.
I should mention that these are the second and third dogs we've been shot down about with this agency. The first, the dog we applied for, was also "not a good fit." We accepted and forgave that decision when we met and fell in love with the brother and sister.
I'm pretty sure I can't forgive this.
Her reasons behind it are that 1) the male is starting to exhibit separation anxiety. He barks when they leave. First, don't all dogs get sad when their owners leave? I didn't realize that barking with a trait of separation anxiety. I also didn't realize that a dog barking was a negative trait at all. I've owned and been around doxies my entire life. They bark AT EVERYTHING. I don't care if you stand right next to them--they bark whenever they want to. Also, when he's "separated," is he separated from his sister? Could that be why he's upset? Do they want him to go to a home that's young enough to care for puppies, yet the couple doesn't have small children AND one member of the couple is home all of the time?
Best of luck with that.
2) they are concerned about the next door neighbor's dog and how his barking may affect these puppies.
Are you out of your mind? Now you want owners who have no dogs living next door, in addition to having someone home all day, having no small kids in the house, and having owners who are young? And you are punishing us for having a temporary next door neighbor who owns a dog who barks?
This is just great. Not only is God telling us we can't have children, but now a woman trying to play God is telling me I can't have these dogs. Dogs she brought over here. Dogs she originally seemed excited about placing with us. We were trying to do the right thing. We were trying to adopt instead of buying from a breeder or a puppy mill. Like always, we were trying to do the right thing and we were royally screwed in the end.
We would be excellent parents to a baby or to puppies. When is someone going to give us the chance to do either?