Not so Lucky

Just as I was heading out to drop a wad at PetSmart, my sister-in-law calls with the news that some girl, bearing photographic proof and a lot of nerve, had shown up at the door to claim our potential dog. She and her boyfriend had just moved into a no-pets apartment, and the dog had gone to live with her mother. Not so securely, it seems. I guess my sister-in law handed her over regardless. Isn't possession 9/10ths?

Plenty of other dogs in the sea, of course, but I had it all pictured, and now I'm sad for the never quite was. At least I don't have to clean out the storage space under the stairs.