Eight months later, we met Josie.
“That’s a nice dog,” Daniel told her.
“It’s a wolf.”
“Then that’s an excellent wolf.”
She looked him over for about three seconds before laughing.
I loved her right away.
She looked him over for about three seconds before laughing.
I know you’re not supposed to say things like that. We had been warned not to expect some instant, magical bond.
But I looked at Josie and felt something inside me shift.
Then our caseworker, Rebecca, asked if Daniel and I could speak privately.