I’d waited years for this moment – finally adopting my first dog. The scruffy terrier at the shelter seemed perfect, settling into my lap as if he’d always belonged there. Then came the call that changed everything. “That’s my dog Biscuit,” a trembling voice said. Michael had proof – vet records, photos, even a distinctive scar.
At our tense meeting in a grocery store parking lot, the puppy’s reaction said it all – wiggling and whining until Michael scooped him up. As I walked away heartbroken, Michael shouted after me, “The shelter volunteer who found Biscuit fosters dogs! She has puppies now!”
That’s how I met Peanut, whose goofy grin mended my broken heart. Michael and I became unexpected friends, bonding over our shared love for rescue dogs. Now Biscuit and Peanut are best friends, and we joke about how one confused adoption led us both to our perfect companions.
