Didi is 11 years old and not just any puppy. If we were to divide dogs into classes, Didi would be some kind of princess or even queen. She’s always impeccably dressed and usually looks down on you from the roof of her own little house, wondering “hm, does this man deserve my precious attention?”.

Didi isn’t the begging kind of dog, but the kind of dog who thinks she’s entitled to all the good things. And we can’t argue with that. The problem is that she’s wrong, at least so far, in that she’s not getting the good she really wants. That best thing in any dog’s life, adoption, hasn’t happened for her yet.