I'm waiting for a call back from the person fostering a dog we're trying to adopt, and it's killing me in a way reminiscent of being fourteen and waiting to see if that really cute boy/girl you have a crush on is going to call you back. Never did deal well with that sort of thing - but does anyone, really?
Our application has been thoroughly vetted and approved by the rescue group and I spoke at length with the head of the group this morning, so now I just need to convince the person doing the fostering down in Georgia that our household will be a good fit for this particular dog. Of course, being me, I'm obsessing that she didn't like my name or the sound of my voice when I left the message or something and that's why she hasn't called me back yet, not because she has a job and a baby and a litter of foster puppies and a life and stuff.
It's only been a few hours. I'm kind of an anxious person!
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