torture

i really need to stop going anywhere near the animal shelter. i can't get out of the place without sobbing. not just tears. seriously sobbing. i'm a disaster.
this girl got me today, she was so skinny and tall, had a ridiculous underbite, and thought sitting involved a twirl. meet aretha:

i didn't take her home. she's nervous with kids, and my conscience (er, mom) reminded me that there are some very special kids in my life, i need a dog who can handle their love. the search continues.

on the up side, i DID make it out of rainbow without a chocolate covered macaroon. i win.