Pat and I drove to Blanchard yesterday to look at three schnauzer rescue dogs.  Family who had them couldn't keep them--nursing home or something?  They were all three litter mates.  We were checking them out for Becky.

Becky's dog Annie is blind, deaf, running into everything, has a bad heart and on expensive meds every day.   She isn't long for this world and is Becky is going to need another dog soon.  

Pat is the dog-finder.  She has supplied the entire family with dogs.  She has a unique ability to pick the correct personality for the specific person.  We call her the dog-whisperer.  Pat is always on the look out for me as well since Squig is getting up there in years.  Has to be a schnauzer.  They don't shed.

Anyway, two of the dogs weren't suitable.  Too needy.  Too feisty.  Too big.  But Pat fell in love with the third one.  And if you knew Pat, it was, "I'm taking this dog home with me."  And she wasn't even looking for a dog for herself.

So we drove back to Edmond with a new dog in the back seat.  The dog never made a sound.  Laid down in the car and was perfect. When she got to Becky's, Becky wanted him.  So did Pat.  We'll see who ends up with the dog.

I called Pat this morning and she was amazed at this dog.  She said, "I've been fostering dogs for years and years, but I've never seen one with such good manners in my life."  She'll probably let Becky have him...reluctantly.

I don't think you are the one who picks a dog out.  I think the dog picks you.  Becky and Pat decided to name him Oscar--it's still in doubt whether Pat is going to let Becky have him or not.  Either way, the dog lucked out.