Early last year I decided that it was time to get my first pet dog. I went to the City Pound on Gasconade in February to see what the process was like and take a first glance at the dogs there. I walked through and looked through all the cages both inside and outside but there was no dogs that I wanted to bring home. On the way out my friend requested that we go look at the kittens in the back and i reluctantly went to look. Amongst the cages of cats were two tiny 2 month old puppies, a little brown one and a little white one with black markings. The little black/white one came close to the cage and leaned as close as she could to reach me. I knew that I wanted her. Five minutes later I was filling out an adoption form and went home to wait for the call to take her home. One week past, two weeks, and still no call. I called the pound and found that the person in charge was out sick and that my application was being reviewed by someone else. One month and 3 different reviewers later I received a call stating that I could come the next day to pay and schedule a time to pick up my puppy "Emme" from the vet.
The next day after work I went to the vet with my sister and her husband to pick up Emme. I had her new collar, leash, and some toys. I spoke with the vet about her health and learned that she was very sick. She had severe kennel cough and worms but was told that with medical care she would be healthy in no time. He lead me into a small room and asked me to wait for him to return with Emme. When he came into the room holding the small puppy he announced that he had "my baby". The moment I looked at him I had noticed that something was wrong and tears just flowed. My puppy, wasn't my puppy. There was a mistake. The puppy that was in his arms was the little brown puppy that shared the same cage as the one I wanted. I knew that I couldn't leave her and I couldn't send her back to the pound so I took her home.
The next day I called the pound, notified them of the mistake, and told them I still wanted to adopt the puppy that was left behind. One week later Emme came home to be reunited with her littler mate.
At first I thought that this mistake was my misfortune, but the puppy was fortunate to escape from the pound and in the end continue to live with her sister. Instantly I knew that her name would be Miss Fortune and her little sister would be named Emme, lovingly called Missy and Em (little sister) at home.