My Mom and Dad are going down to San Diego this weekend to look at three possible candidates for our new Greyhound. Mom is excited, but fretful.
Mom: I just wish they would have one dog and say, "This is the perfect dog for you!"
Me: Mom, they can't say that. How can they possibly know for sure?
Mom: I know, but I hate the idea of going down there, looking at these dogs, and saying, "I want you, but I don't want you."
Me: Mom, I doubt they think like that. They just see you as a new person, not a possible adoptive parent.
Mom: I don't think that's true.
Me: Okay Mom. Be strong.
Self imposed guilt - yet another reason my mother is the biggest Jew of us all.
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