No, that's not how it happened. Pete, my father in law, found a puppy in a crate outside the doors when he was coming to get Donna, my mother in law, from work. The note asked to give her a good home. I see why they did, she's sweet, loving, good with the kids and pretty as a picture. She appears to be a blonde border collie, 4 months old. They were all set to keep her til they found that the place they are buying doesn't allow dogs taller than 15 inches in the park. She is nearly that already.
This leads to Mike and the boys and I welcoming a new family member. She'll be a great companion for our 5 year old D'Oji since Foxy is nearing 17 this year and is too tired to play often times. She'll be great for the boys as well and the IL's will have a great excuse to visit, though Donna says we'll be fostering, not adopting. Sure, fostering for 15 years or so, but still... lol.
Mom, this means you will have a darling new grand-dog to pamper when you get here so prepare yourself for puppy loves.
This isn't her because I forgot my camera, but other than her fur being slightly paler and she is somewhat younger, this is what she looks like. Isn't she a little beauty?
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