I have just started the journey of looking for a puppy/dog for my daughter for her birthday.  Something tells me it might not be an easy one.  I have sent out three inquiries so far.  One dog was already adopted, which lead to a bout of tears from aforementioned daughter.  For the second dog I had some interesting back and forth emails with a member of the organization about their opinion of what they decided I needed to do, and some questioning about my ability to do what I wanted to do, only to be told at the end that the dog’s present foster family decided to keep the dog.  I shook my head a wee bit about that one.  No tears from that bit of news, but there was some need for a lengthy hug.  The most resent inquiry maybe sending me scrambling to find a car to borrow to get me out to Wasaga Beach for a puppy viewing tomorrow.   I am sure there will be more tales to tell before this journey is over.