Our weekend was almost 100% consumed by the search for America's Next Top Dog, and unfortunately we have nothing to show for it. In a fit of what was probably massive overconfidence on our part, we decided to go look at some shelter pit bull mixes and fell in love with a sweet little female on Saturday. Everybody got super excited. Photos were texted, names were discussed, a list of necessary and not-so-necessary supplies was drawn up.
We put her on hold so we could arrange a dog-meet-dog testing thing with Beau, which...did not go well. At all. Beau reacted just fine, but the other dog went from "hmmm not so sure about this" to super-aggressive hackles-raised "LET ME GO SO I CAN EAT HIM RAWR RWAR" in under five minutes and the shelter employees called the whole thing off. She'd ignored every other dog in the vicinity the day before, but alas, there was something about being up close with Beau that she just did. Not. Like.
Disappointed but determined, we repeated the whole process with a second pittie, which did go better (but not 100% "oh yes this will all be fine" confidence inspiring). But then there's still the cat question, which would be a complete wildcard until we brought her home. (This dog was brought in as a stray so we have absolutely zero information on her life before the shelter.) If it turned out she wildly despised cats (as many perfectly lovely dogs do, obviously), we'd really have no choice but to return her to the shelter, which gaaaaaaaaaaah. Like that wouldn't be heartbreaking or traumatizing for everyone involved at all.
In the end, we decided the needs of a shelter dog are probably just too high for us, what with us piling on the the whole good with kids! and dogs! and cats! expectations. So we'll restrict our search to dogs in foster care situations that look a little more like ours. We wavered a LOT on this decision: I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that Beau -- snuggly shaggy objectively lovable amazing Beau -- was unable to get adopted at a shelter and was rescued at the last minute off the euthanasia list. But I think it's the right one, in the end.
(The shelter we went to is a no kill, at least, and has a very high/speedy adoption rate. I'm confident both girls we considered will find wonderful homes soon.)
Our dog is still out there. In the meantime, it's not like we're lacking in peak doggo love around here, or anything.