I was not going back there again. At all. Seriously. Not after making such a fool of myself.
He must have thought I was a complete and utter weird-do with the way I just blurted out random words and ran away. God I was such an idiot.
But I needed Max. I needed to continue my adoption. I needed to man up.
Easier said than done.
I had a couple of days to dwell on my lack of social skills, before Wendy, a representative of the RSPCA, visited my home in order to assess if it was acceptable living conditions for Max. Hopefully all would go well. I wanted my Max to be able to come home with me.
We started off with a tour of the house, Wendy taking notes now and again and then we settled into the sofa with cups of tea. She asked me various questions and I answered honestly.
The visit was soon over, and she was driving away after saying "well, everything seems to be in order. You should be receiving a phone call soon and then I'm sure you can make arrangements with the home on a time to pick your dog up."
I may have happy danced after she left. And ate cookie dough.
Which brought me back to thoughts of GorgeousJawMan. How could I go there to see Max without bumping into him?
God, I hope I will be able to avoid him.
But I kind of didn't want to avoid him. I mean, come on. He's GorgeousJawMan for a reason.
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