Over lunch in a nearby restaurant, a tough discussion ensued. Glen had long wanted either a Jack Russell or a Border Collie—not both—and we had an appointment to see a litter of the latter breed in two days.
We debated back and forth, until finally he said, “That Jack Russell is really sweet. But you know us, as soon as we see the other puppies, we’ll want a Border Collie, too.”
He was right. It was hard to turn down the calico dumpling we’d just seen, especially since he so obviously wanted to come home with us. And the Collie puppies would tug at our heartstrings, too.
You might argue that we could have saved ourselves a lot of aggravation by simply not going to check out the next litter. And you would be right. But unfortunately we weren’t strong enough or smart enough to cancel our
