Then I remembered that I have dipped my feet into the 'I'm going to help a dog and manage not to take it home with me' water.
A few years ago I went to Dallas to visit my friend Candace who has a friend who's active with an organization called Best Friends and rescues all sorts of dogs and cats and finds them new homes. As it turned out, she'd recently rescued a Potcake (if I remember correctly, a stray she found while vacationing in the Bahamas) and had found a new home for the dog in the San Francisco Bay Area. Within two minutes of landing in Dallas I was asked if I'd take a dog back with me to it's new family. It didn't take me two minutes to say yes.
When I met Daisy I loved her instantly and was convinced I would have taken her home myself if someone hadn't already called dibs. But I was strong, loaded her into a carrier, took her onto the plane and brought her to meet her new family...these nice people:
So maybe there's hope for me. I guess I can dip my feet into the water without falling in.