Yesterday I woke up in typical Monday morning spirit: melancholia. Slightly fuzzed from the weekend with a hint of ambition for a productive week. No trace of yearning for a puppy though. Well, at least no different from any other day. Yet just a couple hours later I found her. Rosie. She came into my office, ready to be adopted, and I just felt that pang. The one that tries with all its might to let you know to jump at the opportunity without too much hesitation. I questioned it logistically, of course. Ultimately though I knew that I could take to the call of motherly duties. So she has a home now, and I have a pup. Life will change a lot for me, and possibly some for her as well. Hopefully we'll be exactly what the other needs though.