We let the idea of adopting Dolph go. Though I tossed an turned about it all night trying to put it out of my mind. The next day I drove out to Ptown for a meeting and came home in the early afternoon. I called the pound to see if Dolph had been checked by their vet yet. They said no, but he can be checked out in the next hour and they’d get back to me. So I said, "Sure, in the meantime I’ll drop in with Pixel to introduce them to see if they get along." You know, just to see.
On the way in I receive a call from the vet tech, explaining that Dolph’s bumps are lipoma (sp?) — fatty deposits resembling small tumours. Nothing malignant, only cosmetic. Fair enough. I walk in with Pixel and we meet with Dolph and Donna, a dog behaviourist. The goal of the meeting is to understand if and how the two boys get a long. Two boys. You know the potential for disaster here.