Is this love?

I've been looking for the last 6 months or so for the perfect dog to join me in my apartment when I move after our lease expires (at the beginning of June). This saturday, at an adoption event, I feel head-over-heels for G.G.; this little nerdball:


And looking on the chicagopitbulls.org website, Frieda caught my eye:

I admit, G.G. looks like a mean little bat-dog who's been pred to fight, but she's delightful and eager to please. I sat down with her foster father for the last half of the event. I was happy to hear that she's JUST been put up for adoption. She's 1.5 years old, great with the two other dogs she's living with, and Foster Guy even suggested taking her to his friend's 4-cat household to get her real-life cat adjustment-ing.

So I applied online, I emailed the specific adoption coordinator for advice and info, and I've been reading up on the breed. Aparently, they're the Grendel of dogs. Sweet darlings with bad raps....as so described on the well named www.badrap.org. who knows? Perhaps I will adopt a social pariah of a puppy. We can go hang out together and talk about missing prom.

edited to add: I honestly don't understand the question (on the adoption application) 'what would you do if you had to move?'...it seems like a no-brainer. I'd take my pets. The only reason I'd ever give up Dante is if I had a terminal disease and wanted him to move to a better home. In my opinion, you simply don't give up a pet. they're closer than many family members. I'd give up a lover, a job, and a home for my pets. They're my babies, and they come first.

I remember when Saphire, our first cat, died. Mom actually postponed telling Ashley until she went to Cali to take her home after finals at her freshman year of college. When she told her, Ashley collapsed, sobbing, in the parking lot of a bookstore. I remember holding her head one night, on the back porch, as she said that the only people she KNEW who loved her was her cat Figaro and her puppy Jake, and me. Figs got a home with a friend of the family, and Jake stays with us. I know it sounds crazy, but his heart is broken...he'll never love anyone the way he loved Ashley. You can see it in his eyes. Whenever I'm home, I let him sleep in my bed and we miss her together.

I'm terrified of how I'll react when Dante dies...I better be with safe, loving friends. Cassie and Jake, our two husky-mutt dogs, are so in love with me that every time I go home, I wear an outfit on the plane that is easy to clean, since the moment I get to the house, they'll jump on me, wiggling like caterpillars on coke. And G.G.? Her initials stand for 'good girl'.

I want that darling dog. Thank God that, despite my self-loathing brain, I know I want her.