My boyfriend and I both grew up with lots of family pets but haven't had one of our own in years. Last summer we began checking out the website of a local animal shelter (everyday) and filling up our afternoons with puppy daydreams. The main reason we decided not to adopt was that we had also spent many afternoons daydreaming about moving to Asia or South America for a year or two. We decided, instead, to try fostering, and welcomed little May into our flat exactly two months ago.
May comes from the countryside in Spain and that's all we really know about her past. She is such a sweet, gentle, well-behaved dog and we are so, so fond of her. Last weekend a nice family from just outside of Paris came to meet May and they now love her just as much as we do. Today she leaves our flat to begin her new life in a big house, with a garden, and a little girl to play with. We're a little sad around here, but also so happy. So long, sweet May!