I was off work by 1 o'clock on Friday afternoon and decided to take advantage of that by going to a "tag sale" in a nearby town. Despite that there were a few things I would have liked to take home with me, I opted to leave empty handed. As I was walking to my car, a man approached me smiling, He said he "was pleased to run into me again." My mind started reeling because there was something kind of familiar about him, but I didn't really know who he was or how I knew him. We talked for a few minutes and we had a really nice conversation that ended with laugher. And despite my covering the topics of dogs, dentistry, and even the church I attend, I still have no idea who he was. Has that ever happened to you?
Today the perspective adopter for Flurry arrived and needed no introduction. "Scott" was a very nice man, who has recently moved to Virginia from Oregon along with his dog. Flurry seemed to approve of him, and within an hour, the new friends were gone. The adoption-coordinator from the SPCA and I both agreed that it was a good match, and we both wish Flurry well as he begins a new chapter in his life.
Outside, the only introduction Todd is interested in are the deer who've not jumped the fence again.