Superfriend and her family are in the process of adopting two dogs. Lucky pups, with the pesto she makes, I wish she'd adopt me. Well, the pesto, the costumes, the vacations, the neat ideas to get her kids involved in writing and reading, how she teaches her oldest to play solitaire . . . (my own mom is pretty cool, but the costumes, the pesto. . . sorry mom)
Now, Superfriend probably had a fairly short application, she just has one home visit and three references (one is her vet). I highly doubt they had to give their finances in triplicate, get fingerprinted or have their doctor say they are fit to parent two rambunctious pups. One thing struck me though: the person in charge of placing the puppies CALLED. She called within an hour or two. We had letters sent, but no phone calls were made.
Hmmm. . .
She'll also get the traumatized pups (just like kids in the foster system, the dogs Superfriend and fam are adopting were through trauma) within a week or so, at the longest.
Hmmmm. . .
Why doesn't it work like that with waiting kiddos? I mean, of course, once we've been fingerprinted, you know our entire family tree, the doctors and vets have been checked with, etc. . .
Why do those kids sit and wait while dogs are joining happy families?
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