Hopefully, It Can Be Like A Semi-Open Adoption

Every Thursday, I mail a letter to Genius in Pittsburgh. Some of them have been taking two weeks to arrive. Like he got a January 29 letter alongside a February 13 letter. He got one on Saturday. The letter I wrote him the Thursday morning after Scarlett left us on Sunday. I couldn't bring myself to write it earlier, and I had trouble seeing through the tears as I wrote it. Genius sent me a text Saturday afternoon.

"Sorry to hear about Scarlett. That's very sad."

"Yes. I'm finally starting to get over it." It has been two weeks now, you know.

A few minutes later, I got a text from Farmer H: 

"Now I'm the bad guy with Genius about the dog."

"I didn't say anything bad in my letter. Just told how she was given away."

"Okay. He just can't believe I gave your dog away."

"Me either! The letter I just mailed this week tells how the guy is keeping Scarlett. I hope that's true!"

"He is here right now."

"Find out how she's doing!"

"They said she's doing great."

When he got home, Farmer H read me the text from Genius: "How could you give away Mom's dog? How incredibly cruel."

"You even told me we might have to give her away!"

"Yes. Because I didn't know what else we could do. I didn't want her tied up or in a pen. How often could I walk over and pet her like that? She'd just be a prisoner. That's not fair. But it's the WAY you got rid of her. Less than 24 hours. You didn't even tell me when you were loading her up. I didn't think it would be so soon. I didn't even get to say goodbye, or give her extra treats."

"Well. I DID do that, so fast and not giving you time. I'm sorry."

I couldn't say much more, because once again I was crying over that darn dog, who wouldn't give me the time of day if the object of her ADORATION was around. But Farmer H went on.

"The guy said Scarlett seems happy, and they're happy with her. She's in the house with them except at night, and when they leave. They're feeding her Blue Diamond dog food. He let her go this week, and she ran off. He called her. This time it took 20 minutes, but she came back. They got rid of their other dog."

Hopefully, the guy will be a regular shopper at Farmer H's SUS2.5, and can give him updates on Scarlett. She is very fond of people, and has never really believed she's a dog, I think. So being in the house with them, getting all the attention, will make her happy.