The Fennels: Charlotte is adopted!

It comes as no surprise that only three weeks after coming to our house, Charlotte has found her forever family. Since the first day of fostering, every one we have come in contact with has commented on how beautiful, loving, sweet, and well-behaved she is. She has impressed everyone she's met, and left permanent paw prints on several people's hearts - Matt's and mine included.

On Tuesday night, Charlotte and I went to her first obedience class at Dog Den in Madison. The second we walked in to the full class, I could feel every pair of eyes on us. Well not us, really, on her. They looked at the muscular, brindle, pit bull walk in - and immediately thought all the same thing -- a mean, aggressive pit.

When we sat down, I looked around - and noticed that the woman on my left had her daughter move to the other side of her lap, opposite side of us. The man on the right pulled his lab closer - and looked at us, suspiciously, out of the corner of our eyes. Sadly, this is normal.

Charlotte is 100% pittie - and sadly, gets automatic judgement because of it.

The dog instructor came up to Charlotte and I (first time meeting us), looked at her and said: "Well, hello beautiful Mama."

I smiled. Charlotte's tail wagged nonstop as she laid on the floor, and rolled over into her submissive position with her belly up (begging for a belly rub). The people around us seemed surprised at her calm nature. After the trainer walked away, I gave her a ton of praise, kisses, and treats. I repeatedly told her how much of a good girl she was, how much I loved her, and she continued showing her kind, gentle soul by giving me kisses and sitting calmly by my side.

As time passed, our classmate neighbors opened up more. And not at all surprising, Charlotte was more than friendly with all the kids, dogs, and parents.

The class probably had at least 15 dogs in it. Charlotte was by far one of the most well-behaved (which is a completely different feeling for me after attempting to take the naughty, rambunctious boys to class).

During one of our breaks, a woman walked over to us. "Do you mind if I pet her?"

"No, not at all." I responded. Charlotte rolled over. Belly up.

"Oh my God. She is so sweet," the woman said as she rubbed her belly.

"Yes, she is." I replied. I shared her story - on how she was found, losing her babies, coming up from NC, etc.

"She's a foster dog, right? Up for adoption? Through what rescue?" At the same time, the woman called her partner over to meet Charlotte as well.

I froze. Was she interested in adopting her?

As I said in my previous post, Charlotte has fit in absolutely beautifully into our home. Everyone loves her, and it honestly feels as though we've had her forever.

Which is why I sat frozen in the middle the conversation.

Could I really imagine saying goodbye to her??

Could we really give her away?

Which is why I sit here with the: OKAY, OKAY, YOU WERE RIGHT look on my face, as I announce that Matt and I (as everyone already previously predicted) are officially FOSTER FAILS.

Charlotte had found her forever family. Charlotte is adopted.

And she is not going ANYWHERE.

World: Meet Charlotte (Little Red Riding Hood) Little Mama Fennel