All I'm Saying there's a joke in here somewhere

Today was a very good day, and boy, did I need a good day. Yesterday was simply insane.

There I was, minding my own business, when I got a very hostile phone call from one of the ladies with the rescue agency we'd adopted Cookie from. In spite of the deadline we'd given her of Sunday the 11th to have Cookie rehomed, they'd had other dogs to prioritze in the foster program, and they hadn't found a place for her. So the lady asked me if we'd board Cookie while we were on vacation. I said we would not, as it would be a great expense for us. Things went downhill from there, ending with her hanging up on me.

I was pretty irritated about the whole thing, and got to wondering what on earth we'd do if the rescue didn't come pick Cookie up on Sunday. I talked to a lawyer friend of mine, who advised me to write them a letter documenting the timeline of Cookie's adoption and all the communication we'd had with them, and then state that if they didn't come and get her, we'd consider the adoption agreement null and void and would take Cookie to the pound the following day.

While that does sound harsh, I knew it was time to let them know we were very serious about them holding up their end of the agreement. As I may have mentioned, the agreement said that if it didn't work out with the dog, that we'd surrender her back to the rescue as opposed to rehoming her ourselves. I wanted them to hold up their end.

Well, I pissed off a crazy woman. with that The woman we'd been dealing with previously was fine, but her partner went wiggity-wack. She sent an e-mail calling me a manipulative con, and stating that once they had Cookie back, she would take care of me. Literally, she wrote in a comment to the nice rescue lady, "Once we get Cookie back, I'll take care of her," meaning me. Not knowing what the hell she meant by that, I had myself a little freak-out. I had no idea whether she meant that as a physical threat, or if she thought there was some sort of litigation they could take against us.

Matt calmed me down, though he acknowledged that she'd very definitely crossed a line and made a threat. The nicer of the two ladies had given us her address and a time to drop Cookie off at her home Sunday, so I simply replied back that we'd have Cookie there at the appointed time.

When I woke up today, I determined that it was just going to have to be a much better day than yesterday was. I went out for an appointment this morning, and came home to find two young people in our house checking Cookie out. They said they were looking for a high energy dog to be friends with their three year old boxer, and they fell in love with Cookie at first sight. They loaded her up and took her home with them.

I'm still in sort of a state of shock. I'm very happy that nice people showed up and felt an immediate connection with Cookie. I'm very happy that she's what they were looking for, and that she's going to have a happier life as a result of being with people who can better meet her needs.

However, I'm still scared of this kook with the rescue. What the hell is she planning? Most of me thinks she's full of bluster and is totally bluffing. Another part of me is pretty freaked out.

It's strange; I told Matt several months ago when Cookie was in a very destructive phase that I was still waiting for the good karma that I thought would come after adopting a rescue dog. I think I'd better give up on that... Still, I hope to figure out what the life lesson is from all of this.