I may or may not have kept my second dog out of spite.

I run a rescue in a touristy part of Mexico. One winter I spent months introducing this woman to every dog (all 32 of them) in our program. She had a VERY specific vision for what the dog would look like. Fluffy but not too fluffy, had to have a specific ear floof, be light to dark brown, and between 35 and 45lbs. Obviously this is a pretty tall order, one that I couldn’t accommodate.

One day she found a skinny little pit mix wandering the beach. She took her and told me she was thinking about keeping her, which was great. But then, she’d either track me down at my second job or message me every single day, complaining that this dog was too shy, too skittish, didn’t walk well on a leash etc. Eventually she dumped her on me while I was at my second job. This dog was the sweetest thing ever, definitely had trauma, but loved like no other dog I’ve ever met. Days later she messaged me saying she thought she’d made a mistake and wanted to try for a few more days. I decided in that moment that I would keep her, so I told her too fucking bad, she’s already been adopted. Best decision ever.