We have a dog. No, we have ANOTHER dog. After weeks of back a forth "discussions" about getting a third dog (and becoming those people), our night started off like this-
me: I REALLLLY don't want another dog.
husband: I REALLLLLLY want another dog.
me: Let's have a baby instead!
husband: I REALLLLLYYY want a dog.
me: I don't want another dog.
husband: I think I want a dog more than you don't want a dog...
And so, we have ANOTHER dog. That makes three. One outside and two inside. Try to keep up.
Within minutes, my husband magically found a woman with a dog. We jump in the car (at 9 p.m. mind you) and head to Conroe, make that NORTH of Conroe. The first thing I notice when we get in the car is that the time is 9:11 p.m.
I'm not a believer in signs, but that can't be a good one.
9:35 p.m. Check engine light, VSC, and a slew of other lights all come on.
9:45 p.m. I-45 is closed, due to construction.
Am I the only one who thinks these are all bad signs???
9:50- 10:22 Argue about dog names. I like Maxine. We can call her Max. Husband wants to wait for a "sign"--- clearly mocking me.
10:23 p.m. Exit off Interstate onto the creepiest street I have ever driven on. There are NO LIGHTS out there. None. Not one street light, porch light, headlight. It's eerie. Seems like the first two minutes of Law and Order:SVU to me.
10:30 p.m. We find a driveway that appears to have the address we are looking for, but no house. I tell husband to call Dog Lady and get some directions. She instructs us to, "Keep going down the dirt road 'till you can't go any longer. You'll see a cell phone tower on the left and we are JUST PAST THE GRAVEYARD on the right".
Seriously? I can't think of any worse signs if I tried.
We arrive at Dog Lady's house.
husband: Hello, I'm husband, nice to meet you.
dog lady: Hi. I'm Maxine. (Sign.)
We pick a little black female and make the long drive back home. We are taking suggestions for a name. Husband wants something French.
I firmly believe that all "signs" point to Maxine.