Basically gave me the speech about how we can't save them all, and while we can afford the day to day and vet costs, going on vacation would be a hassle etc. etc.
I know I should not be mad at him, but I am. Timing was pretty bad, last night I was actually typing up another post to this thread and Monty jumped up to grab my mousepad (his new favorite naughty thing to do) and in doing so knocked over a bunch of stuff on my desk.
I didn't really care, but BF threw a fit. Don't get me wrong, he loves dogs, and he loves Monty but he used the incident to point out how much more work another dog would be (as if I was a 5 year old who was unaware of how much extra work a second dog would be

).
It went on from there and I'd rather not get into it.
I look at the pound pages every day (well, my friend sends them to me...she's looking for a new cat and so she checks it all the time and sends me links to dogs). I have never "felt" for any of them the way I feel for Poppy. This little guy looks so scared, and I know that a 10 yo's odds of being adopted when there are two puppies available also (there was a 6 mo terrier mix and a 1 year old husky also available) are slim.
I should probably not look anymore. I get too emotionally attached to them. I know I can't save them all but I really, really wanted to try and save this one.
Sorry to annoy everyone with my silly attachments to a dog I have never met.
