Jenny Block
Learning to bend I was never supposed to adopt my chi-weenie Aurora. I came to my now- marriage with my chi-terrier Walter, and my wife’s rule was that she would get to choose the next dog — a Doodle of some kind, she insisted.
A rescue, Doodle or otherwise, I insisted. Tiny baby Aurora Let’s just say there was no paperwork signed and nary a handshake or fist bump either.
So, when it was a month into COVID lockdown, and I found the sweetest puppy online staying at our local SPCA, I made plans to go rescue that tiny creature.
My wife was not into it, told me no, invoked her right to choose the next one. But when I heard her boss on a Zoom call talking about adopting, I interrupted — which I never do — and said my wife had put the kibosh on my puppy rescue plans.
