Day 4

This morning my grandmother woke me up two hours early to help her log in to her email. Since I’m not a morning person, being woken up that early at five was not a good start to my day. Tired and a little aggravated, I signed into my grandmother’s email for her. After my early wake up call, I had no patience what so ever to wait fifteen minutes for her to sign in. To her delight there was an email about Sweetie. The rescue place basically said that they were very grateful for her interest in Sweetie and hoped that they could make a meeting where she could meet the dog. They have a policy where they have to meet the people wanting to adopt a dog which is totally understandable. However, they forgot to mention in their ad that Sweetie was in Montreal. This was a problem because neither my grandmother or I had a passport in order to go get the dog. Not knowing what to do my grandmother sent another email asking for a compromise. She proposed that they meet at the Canadian boarder and she would pay for the dog rescue driver’s gas. On her way to bed she told me that tomorrow she was going to see how long it would take to get a passport and asked if I could start dinner. I was completely surprised at the lengths she was going to for just one dog but nodded in agreement anyways.