It's been two years since I brought home a blind, lymph-node impared, Red-Tick Coonhound (re-named) Ray. And I've loved every minute of it.
I want to say for the record, that the minute my sister Kathy read me the ad in the paper, I knew that I would end up with a blind hound dog. There was just this feeling of inevitability that settled over me. I had no control over my destiny from that moment until the moment that we hoisted Ray's butt up into the car and drove off. I can remember the feeling as if it happened yesterday. No control.
It was Fate with a capital F.
Sometimes Fate knows exactly what it is doing.