Sometimes fate plays its hand! We didn't go to the shelter to fetch
Stormy, but couldn't bear to leave him there. The very next day, we
had a call from Mike, looking for a medium-sized, friendly dog. The
family came to meet Stormy. Their comment was that he looked just
like a dog they had seen at the shelter a month or so before. Although
they had wanted to adopt him, Stormy was under observation for a leg
injury. The shelter said that they would call when he was ready for
adoption. A miscommunication left Stormy in the shelter and the family
waiting to hear from them. Well, to cut a l-o-n-g story short, we'd
got the dog that they had wanted to adopt. Our group is 20 miles from
the shelter and the family 10 miles from us! Stormy was meant for
Mike and his family.
